"There is no satisfaction in any good without a companion." ~ Seneca the Younger

 Through long nursery nights he stood

By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purring in my haunted ear That same hideous nightmare thing, Talking, as he lapped my blood, In a voice cruel and flat, Saying for ever, “Cat! … Cat! … Cat!…” -Robert Graves