From the NPR story:
Baudelaire wrote that cats were “seraphic,” as subtle and harmonious as angels, which means his cats must have been much more even-tempered than mine. He also once complained in a letter that it was impossible to live with his mistress, Jeanne, who drove away his cat and brought in dogs. Quelle horreur!
That is for REAL.
Oh, a clunky translation of the Baudelaire quote in the image above: “Come, my beautiful cat, love of my heart.” Image from trickytanya on Flickr.