She called it Goldie and the name seemed appropriate enough to the little frolicsome creature which , during its kittenhood , gave no indication of the sinister nature it really possessed . Susan , of course , warned the family that no good could be expected from any offspring of that diabolical Jack Frost ; but Susan 's Cassandra-like croakings were unheeded . The Blythes had been so accustomed to regard Jack Frost as a member of the male sex that they could not get out of the habit . So they continually used the masculine pronoun , although the result was ludicrous . Visitors used to be quite electrified when Rilla referred casually to `` Jack and his kitten , '' or told Goldie sternly , `` Go to your mother and get him to wash your fur . '' `` It is not decent , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' poor Susan would say bitterly . She herself compromised by always referring to Jack as `` it '' or `` the white beast , '' and one heart at least did not ache when `` it '' was accidentally poisoned the following winter . In a year 's time `` Goldie '' became so manifestly an inadequate name for the orange kitten that Walter , who was just then reading Stevenson 's story , changed it to Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr . Hyde . In his Dr. Jekyll mood the cat was a drowsy , affectionate , domestic , cushion-loving puss , who liked petting and gloried in being nursed and patted . Especially did he love to lie on his back and have his sleek , cream-coloured throat stroked gently while he purred in somnolent satisfaction . He was a notable purrer ; never had there been an Ingleside cat who purred so constantly and so ecstatically . `` The only thing I envy a cat is its purr , '' remarked Dr. Blythe once , listening to Doc 's resonant melody . `` It is the most contented sound in the world . '' Doc was very handsome ; his every movement was grace ; his poses magnificent . When he folded his long , dusky-ringed tail about his feet and sat him down on the veranda to gaze steadily into space for long intervals the Blythes felt that an Egyptian sphinx could not have made a more fitting Deity of the Portal . When the Mr. Hyde mood came upon him -- which it invariably did before rain , or wind -- he was a wild thing with changed eyes . The transformation always came suddenly . He would spring fiercely from a reverie with a savage snarl and bite at any restraining or caressing hand . His fur seemed to grow darker and his eyes gleamed with a diabolical light .
There was really an unearthly beauty XXXXX him .
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