I thought he looked like (Uncle Fester).

I call out to him, 'Fester, my love,' and he answers me.

We call the cat One Eye. He can only see out of one eye. He sleeps with Fester in the pen. They get along very well.

There's nothing to him but feathers.

He comes to me when I call him. One day I was by the mailbox and I called for him, and he came running across the lawn to me. It was so funny.

Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy.