At night all cats are grey.

In the night all cats are gray.

In the dark, all cats are black.

Night's black mantle covers all alike.

All colours will agree in the dark.

All colours will agree in the dark

Night gives a black look to everything, whatever it may be.

She is like a cat in the dark and then she is the darkness.

de noche todos los gatos son pardos

But even further from the light were the cats. Their perfection was alarming. Wrapped up in the precision and meticulousness of their bodies, they knew neither deviation nor error. They sank for a moment, far into themselves, to the bottom of their being; they froze in their soft fur and grew menacingly and ceremoniously serious, and their eyes grew as round as moons, soaking up the view into their fiery craters. But a moment later, cast out to the edge, to the surface, they yawned in their nihility, disappointed and without illusions.

I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

In night when colours all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye — a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having power of sight — Gives vain alarums to the inward sense.

What if it’s all black, baby, all the time?

The whole length of the night is as the day to them,