human
What have I done to your cat, my dear Mrs Jellybag? Why, my dear madam, said he, assuming an air of surprise,
gpt
You _should_ have left him alone, Mr Admiral; that cat was my property; if my master permits you to ill-treat the poultry, that's his concern; but that cat was mine, Sir Hurricane--mine, every inch of him. The animal has been ill-treated, and sits moping in the corner of the fireplace as if he was dying; he'll never be the cat he was again.
human
I don't think he ever will, my dear Mrs Housekeeper,