I've always been fond of cats... cats and writers being two things which naturally go together. After reading Ursula K. LeGuin's wonderful trilogy of children's books - the "Catwings" trilogy - I adopted the name for myself. Shortly after, I came across another view of the winged cat phenomena... also very much to my liking.
A few years before I lived in the woods there was what was called a 'winged cat' in one of the farm-houses in Lincolin nearest the pond, Mr. Gillian Baker's.
When I called to see her in June, 1842, she was gone a-hunting in the woods, as was her wont ... but her mistress told me that she came into the neighborhood a little more than a year before, in April, and was finally taken into their house; that she was of a dark brownish-gray color, with a white spot on her throat, and white feet, and had a large bushy tail like a fox; that in the winter the fur grew thick and flattened out along her sides, forming strips ten or twelve inches long by two and a half wide, and under her chin like a muff, the upper side loose, the under matted like felt, and in the spring these appendages dropped off. They gave me a pair of her 'wings,' which I keep still. There is no appearance of a membrane about them. Some thought it was part flying squirrel or some other wild animal, which is not impossible, for, according to naturalists, prolific hybrids have been produced by the union of the marten and the domestic cat. This would have been the right kind of cat for me to keep, if I had kept any; for why should not a poet's cat be winged as well as his horse? - Henry David Thoreau
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