Section from the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

This is mentioned in an article in the programme about T. S. Eliot's poetry since it describes fog and smoke as if they're a cat


        The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house and fell asleep.