It was the meowst of times, it was the purrst of times, it was the age of whiskers, it was the age of felineness, it was the epoch of lazy, it was the epic of tomfoolery, it was the season of white, it was the season of dark fur, it was the spring of catnip, it was the winter of hairballs, we had all the noms before us, we had no noms before us, we were all going direct to ceiling, we were all going the other way -- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received... by mewing incessantly in the superlative degree of howling dog comparison only. - Matty Malaprop