Edward Lear’s Cat


Arts & Culture

He has many friends, lay men and clerical, 
Old Foss is the name of his cat; 
His body is perfectly spherical,
He weareth a runcible hat.

Two thousand twelve marks Edward Lear’s bicentenary year. The author is known for many things: his nonsense verse, his nature art, his letters. If you’ve spent any time with the letters—and if you have, you know they’re utterly delightful—you are familiar with Lear’s faithful feline companion, Foss. A regular presence, both in word and sketch, Foss, who was adopted by the Lear family as a tabby kitten in 1873, was one of the constants in the author’s life.

As we know from Lear’s numerous illustrations, Foss had only half a tail: legend has it, a servant chopped it off, in the superstitious belief that this would keep him from straying.

It is said that when Lear moved, he told the architect of his new abode to replicate the layout of his old house, Villa Emily, exactly, so that Foss would not be disoriented.


Naturally, when Foss died, at the age of seventeen, he received a funeral with due honors; he has a headstone at Lear’s Villa Tennyson in San Remo. Lear died only two months later.

Read more:

Edward Lear
Edward Lear and Foss
Lear: 200 Years of Nonsense