The cat is the perfect subject for a Saki story. There is something catlike about many of his young protagonists; urbane, poised, a bit smug, and yet underneath it all, a feral streak. So it comes as no surprise that Hector Hugh Munro (1870-1916), better known by his pen name “Saki”, wrote a wonderful cat story. “Tobermory” (1911). Even better, it’s about a cat who was taught to talk.
Talking cats go back a long time in English literary curiosities. But Saki puts his own stamp on this small but rewarding genre of animal tales. A man named Cornelius Appin has managed to teach a cat, Tobermory,to talk. The cat belongs to his friends, the Blemleys, and it is at Mrs. Blemley’s house party that Appin reveals that he has managed to teach Tobermory the power of speech. At first, the party guests are naturally incredulous, but when Sir Wilfred Blemley fetches Tobermory in from a neighboring room, it soon becomes clear to everyone present that Tobermory has indeed learned to talk.
The guests begin asking Tobermory questions; whether he’d like some milk (yes) was it difficult learning human language (he doesn’t deign to answer that one) , and what he thinks of human intelligence. The woman who asks this last question, Mavis, gets more than she bargained for, with Tobermory replying that he overheard the Blemleys discussing Mavis, and Sir Wilfrid described Mavis a a ‘brainless woman’, (his wife agreed, adding that Mavis was so idiotic that she’d agreed to buy a useless old car off Lady Blemley.)
Seeking to change the subject, another guest, Major Barfield, asks Tobermory about his ‘affairs’ with the ‘stable cat’. Tobermory turns the question around, asking the Major how he would like it if Tobermory told everyone about his affairs, implying that Tobermory knows all about the Major’s extramarital dalliances.) Fearing that Tobermory knows all about their lives, and will expose all their darkest secrets, the guests begin to grow nervous. Tobermory goes on to reveal that one of the guests had admitted that she had only come to the Blemleys party for the food, and she found them dull company. Before he can cause any more embarrassment among the guests, Tobermory spies an old adversary of his, the tomcat from the nearby Rectory, outside, and in a flash he vanishes through the open French window.’
After he’s gone, the Blemleys discuss what to do about Tobermory, that he cannot be kept alive now he’s acquired this new gift of speech – as he’ll reveal everyone’s secret – they resolve to have him destroyed by lacing the food scraps Tobermory eats with some strychnine. However, although Tobermory dies, he meets his end not by ingesting the poison but by being mortally wounded in a fight with his deadly enemy, the big Tom from the Rectory. Cornelius Appin, the man who had taught Tobermory to speak, tries to impart his teachings to an elephant in the Dresden Zoo, but the elephant. evidently not in a hurry to learn about verbs and nouns, lashed out and killed him.
Tobermory is arguably one of the funniest short stories in the English language, partly because it is about exposing the hypocrisy of those upper middle class people whom Saki, in some of his other short stories, deems ‘respectable’ (the adjective is not meant to be taken as a compliment). Everyone is two-faced at the Blemleys’ party, except for Tobermory, who tells the truth. This gives him his power, like the child protagonists in Saki’s other classic stories, The Lumber Room, and Gabriel-Ernest, and Sredni Vashtar. He cuts through the adult world of lies and ‘respectability’ exposing it for the sham it is. For doing so, he has to die, but even here he eludes the deceitful adults’ plan to poison his food. He dies a hero, vanquished but with his dignity and integrity intact.
Critics have analysed ‘Tobermory’ as a satire on various political groups who were active at the time, chiefly the female suffragette movement. But this seems unlikely, or, if it was really his intent, it is barely evident in the story, where male and female guests at the party are exposed for all sorts of social hypocrisies, and political issues are not touched upon. It seems to make more sense to interpret the story as an attack on hypocrisy itself, with Saki firmly siding with the animal, as he always does, (or in some stories with the child character.) First and foremost we shouldn’t forget that the story is delightfully funny, not just because of its fantastical concept of a talking cat, but because it shows ‘civilised’ society (which always uttered with a wry sneer in Saki’s stories) as, fundamentally, something of a sham. It is the still-faintly-feral Tobermory, in his scrap with the Rectory tomcat, who is the real-thing. Even leaning to talk in the manner of the ‘respectable’ adults cannot make him forget this.
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I’d never heard of this story, but I found the complete text online, and just enjoyed it. In fact, I enjoyed it very much indeed. I’ve got a 1946 book edited by Louis Untermeyer called “The Treasury of Laughter,” and it has wonderful pieces by humorists very much like Saki. What passes for humor on Saturday Night Live can’t hold a candle to those humorists who knew how to weave an amusing tale, using nothing but words. Hillaire Belloc. Robert Benchley. S.J. Perelman. James Thurber. I think I need to pull that book off the shelf and read a piece a day — as a sort of tonic for the diseases of our day. 🙂
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I love Benchley and Perelman. I found all the Saki stories online a long time ago. The satire is wonderful. I haven’t seen SNL for years, and really, after a time or two even then, the humor was lost on me. I guess I just don’t like stand-up type comedy. These new shows with Alex Baldwin supposedly characterizing Trump don’t sound appealing either.
These little stories were wonderful the way the wove satire, politics etc. into them and made them funny. Even many of the old fairy tales did it too.
I so enjoyed this summary and dollop of literary criticism. Nicely done. As an aside, I wonder if Tobermory were named for the city in the Scottish Isle of Mull, where we traveled several years ago. We stayed in Tobermory but I do not remember any references to a talking cat. This story reminded me of the many times I had wished that walls could share their secrets, that pillows could talk, that old trees would shed light on more than their leaves. Tonight at the Rancho the wind is howling. We have had much damage in the olive orchard. Not sure how the trees are over there, other than hunched over. A medium-sized oak has fallen on a redwood tree which is now leaning toward our back deck. Needless to say, the tree trimmers are coming tomorrow at 8:OO am. If only the little babbling creek could speak in English…
I’m so glad you enjoyed it Cheri. I remember when you went to Tobermory. I did a bit of research on the cat story when I wrote the first post about Saki’s cat, and found that there was a cat, though I’m sure he kept his mouth shut–Probably named for the town. There are some children’s books written about him. I have always been glad the walls etc. can’t talk!
The wind was bad here too, though no damage save a few chairs blown over. Hope your orchard is OK.
Sounds like you had a wonderful time in Phoenix. We could stand a litttle warm dry weather for awhile here.
Delightful! You write so well, Kayti. I will put this one on my reading list right away.
Check out some of Saki’s other works too. They are quite charming. Glad you liked this one.
A nice summing up of the talking cat, Kayti.
Tobermory would have gotten on well with our Jack Russell, Milo. Milo talks too but as I am deaf he mainly uses sign language. His tongue moving over his upper jaw from left to right means he wants a de-frosted chicken neck. A constant stare into my eyes is a warning that he has to be let outside immediately. With Helvi, whose hearing is amazing sharp, he often uses German but sometimes gets nouns mixed up with verbs.
I always surmised that Milo was an exceptional dog. Yes, those signs he uses are the important ones. Body language is universal. Charlie even has a rather annoying sign in the evening after Dr. A retires. I usually come to the computer and do mail, Facebook etc. Charlie does not understand why I don’t follow my ‘master’ to bed, and begins by a low growl which grows into a whine which escalates into sharp barking. Of course, to keep him quiet I shut the computer down and go to bed. I honestly don’t know how I put up with it.
I have never read any Saki so I was really enjoyed listening to you tell this tale. I think I might have to find myself a book ….. Thanks x
I feel so happy to have introduced you to him!
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So Kayti: Meow, meow, meow! MEOW. –Curt
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Thank you for introducing me to Saki and Tobermory; I’m sorry I didn’t meet them sooner, and I will get better acquainted with them as soon as possible.
Once the mere name of “Tobermory” worked its way into my brain, I was hooked. People are always looking for good names for their four-legged friends, this is a great cat name.