William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

  My first Russian blue cat came from the streets of Tangier and found his way into the garden of the Villa Muniria, where I was staying in 1957. He was a beautiful tomcat with a lustrous gray-blue coat, like very expensive fur, and green eyes. Although he was a full-grown cat at the time he quickly became very affectionate and often spent the night in my room, which opened onto the garden. That cat would catch a piece of meat in the air between his front paws like a monkey. He looked exactly like Ruski.