This is a really cool cat book. And guess who wrote it.. of all people to
write a cat lovers book I never owuld expect it to Burroughs. The book is
really moving.. you get emotionally involved with the personalities of his
cats and you end up with a feeling of being spiritually tied with them. 
You can read it in a little over an hour.

It is called "The Cat Inside"

The last page reads:

"We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone,
 and for us there is only one place."

"I am not a dog hater. I do not hate what man has made of
his best friend. THe snarl of a panther is certainly more dan-
gerous than the snarl of a dog, but it isn't ugly. A cat's rage is
beautiful, burning with a pure cat flame, all its hair standing
up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.
But a dog's snarl is ugly, a rednecked lynch-mob Paki-basher
snarl..snarl of someone got a "Kill a Queer for Christ"
sticker on his heap, a self-righteous occupied snarl. When
you see that snarl you are looking at something that has
no face of its own. A do'gs rage is not his. It is dictated by his
trained. And lynch-mob rage is dictated by conditioning."

"August, 1984 James was downtown at Seventh and 
Massachusetts when he heard a cat meling very loudly as if 
in pain. He went over to see what was wrong and the little
black cat leapt into his arms. Hr bought it back to the house
and when I started to open a tin of cat food the little beast
jumped up onto the sideboard and rushed at the can. He ate
himself out of shape, shit the litter box fill, then shit on
the rug. I have named him Fletch. He is all flash and glitter and
charm, gluttony trasmuted by innocence and beauty.
Fletch, the little black foundling, is an exquisite, delicate ani-
mal with glistening black fur, a sleek black head like an 
otter's, slender and sinous, with green eyes.

"For those of you who;ve not lived in the country (I
mean real farm country, not the Hamptons), a word about
barn cats. Most farms have barn cats to keep the mice and rats
down. These cats are minimally fed on skimmed milk and
table scraps. Otherwise they don't hunt. Of course it often
happens that a barn cat becomes a house cat. ANd that is what 
every barn cat, every street cat wants. I find this desperate
attempt to  win a human protector deeply moving."