Here’s a little piece whose language style was inspired by Dickens’ “Great Expectations”, a very cute book:
There is nothing like the sight of a katsu [a cat] to take up my whole soul in one great hand, and squeeze for all the worth that may be had from it – and leave it by the side, panting and eager for breath, with ever the katsu undisturbed in his peaceful repose. If I had ten-thousand hands, and some way to manage the difficulty of so many fingers, I would find myself still lacking the capacity to pet that katsu quite as much as I would like to. And I can doubt he would sit through it all, stroked to baldness, his tufts of hair catching on the breeze like a young boy run through a field of dandelions in summer. Away he goes, my feline hope, perhaps informed of my design by his guardian, whole, alight on airy wings, shows himself equally fleet of paw, lest I should take note of him, and change the object of my fancy…