"Today they took my cat away from me and I had to look on while it disappeared in a sack. I understood at last what words had not succeeded in making clear to me. It was a cat that had been borrowed to catch mice for a period of time. And I had already given away my heart."
The Diaries of Paul Klee 1898-1918 (Felix Klee, Paul Klee: University of California Press, 1964), p. 74