Three cats lives in Diagon Alley.
One is black, very haughty; he lives in the lower part of the alley, closer to the lake.
The other one is scanty-haired and plump and shy, a little hysterical,
she doesn’t allow me to take any picture of her,
but I don’t care she’s a very ugly cat indeed.
Then there is this one,
he lives at the other end of the pathway, nearly up at the castle.
He is lazy and friendly and he’s my favourite.
Dogs are tolerated, if they are kept on the leash.
But Diagon Alley is a cats place.