Are there any writings you know of, that recognize and admire the indifferent beauty and grace of cats...

Are there any writings you know of, that recognize and admire the indifferent beauty and grace of cats? Similar to Lovecraft's article "Cats and Dogs" perhaps

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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Panther_(poem)

Also see Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats by T. S. Eliot.

If there's any famous cat poetry I missed let me know

>indifferent beauty and grace of cats?
Goes to show, aesthetics for their own sense is worthless and useless and offers one little more than a house full of shit, without intelligent, intelligible, able (bodied) spirit (i.e. Dog)

To a Cat Which Had Killed a Favorite Bird
by: Agathias (c. 536-582 AD)
translated by Richard Garnett
O CAT in semblance, but in heart akin
To canine raveners, whose ways are sin;
Still at my hearth a guest thou dar'st to be?
Unwhipt of Justice, hast no dread of me?
Or deem'st the sly allurements shall avail
Of purring throat and undulating tail?
No! as to pacify Patroclus dead
Twelve Trojans by Pelides' sentence bled,
So shall thy blood appease the feathery shade,
And for one guiltless life shall nine be paid.

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Pangur Ban by some Irish monk from the 19th century

Each of us pursues his trade,
I and Pangur my comrade,
His whole fancy on the hunt,
And mine for learning ardent.
More than fame I love to be
Among my books and study,
Pangur does not grudge me it,
Content with his own merit.

When a heavenly time! we are
In our small room together
Each of us has his own sport
And asks no greater comfort.

While he sets his round sharp eye
On the wall of my study
I turn mine, though lost its edge,
On the great wall of knowledge.

Now a mouse drops in his net
After some mighty onset
While into my bag I cram
Some difficult darksome problem.

When a mouse comes to the kill
Pangur exults, a marvel!
I have when some secret's won
My hour of exultation.

Though we work for days and years
Neither the other hinders;
Each is competent and hence
Enjoys his skill in silence.

Master of the death of mice,
He keeps in daily practice,
I too, making dark things clear,
Am of my trade a master.