“It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar - a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr Dursley didn’t realize that he hadn’t seen - then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive.but there wasn’t a man in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked an stared at the cat. It stared back.”
“Mildred was the last of all, and when she reached the table Miss Cackle pulled out of the basket not a sleek black kitten like all the others but a little tabby with white paws and the sort of fur that looked as if it had been out all night in a gale.”