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Title: Chit-chat by a little kit-cat
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Title: Chit-chat by a little kit-cat
Physical Description: 60, 4 p. : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Ballantyne, R. M ( Robert Michael ), 1825-1894
Ballantyne, R. M ( Robert Michael ), 1825-1894 ( Illustrator )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
Publisher: Thomas Nelson and Sons
Place of Publication: London ;
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Publication Date: 1888
 Subjects
Subject: Cats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kittens -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Happiness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Discipline of children -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1888   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1888
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Scotland -- Edinburgh
United States -- New York -- New York
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Statement of Responsibility: by R.M. Ballantyne ; with illustrations by the author.
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We are remarkably happy and loving, ... 13
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CHIT-CHAT.



AH! truly, puSsy was a darling!
She was a large, mild, sleek, amiable
cat, with only one fault-an over-
fondness for cream. Pussy was my
mother. Oh, how she loved me!
and no one can conceive the strength
of my love for her!
I was a kitten-a round, fat, hairy
little kitten, and as black as a coal.
Indeed, I was so like a piece of coal,
when coiled up and asleep, that I





8 MEMORIES OF INFANCY.

have more than once been taken up
in the tongs and nearly put on the
fire by mistake! I had a little sister,
who was light gray, like my mother,
and we loved each other very dearly.
From the day we first saw the light
we loved each other ardently. I can-
not say that I remember caring much
for my sister before that great day
when my eyes were opened. Before
that I was blind; and I only remem-
ber feeling a soft hairy ball rubbing
against me when I tried to nestle in
my mother's bosom. I also remem-
ber that my sister sometimes tried to
thrust me out of the way, and made
me very angry, so that I uttered a






HOW I GAINED MY SIGHT. 9

little fuff and pushed her rudely aside;
which was very naughty, no doubt,
but then I did not know at the time
that this hairy ball was my sister.
One day, I was sitting on my hind-
legs, thinking of nothing in particular,
when I felt the lid of my right eye
give a crack, and, to my intense sur-
prise, I found that I could see. The
first object that I saw was my little
sister, who sat before me with both
her black eyes wide open. Nobody
told me that this was my sister, or
that the large gray cat beside us was
my mother, but I knew it, somehow,
without requiring to be told. Im-
mediately, I winked at my sister with






10 HOW I FELT INCLINED TO PLAY.

my one eye, without intending to do
so. This wink made my left eyelid
crack, and I could see with both
eyes. Words cannot describe my
joyful feelings at this event. My
sister looked into my face with calm
delight. As I sat gazing at her with
wonder, she put forward her soft
three-cornered mouth and kissed the
point of my black nose. From that
moment I loved her as tenderly, al-
most, as my mother. I threw my
arms round her neck and hugged
her. For the first time I now felt
inclined to play. Instead of embrac-.
ing my sister, as I had intended to
do, I pretended to fight with her. I





CREEP BEFORE YOU WALK. 11

fixed my teeth gently in her neck; I
kicked her with my hind-legs; then
I broke away and attempted to put
up my back and make my hair stand
on end,-but in doing so I tumbled
over, being still weak in the legs, and
not used to jumping.
"Stupid thing!" said my mother;
"you are too wild; you must creep
before you can walk."
I was surprised at this, and went
down on my fore knees to try to
creep; but I lost my balance and
tumbled over on my side, and fell
asleep immediately. Ah they were
happy days, those days of my early
kittenhood!






12 AN AFFECTIONATE MOTHER.

My sister had a black dot on the
end of her nose, so we called her
Dottle. My mother called me Din-
gey, because of my black coat. It
would have made the heart of any
one melt with tenderness to behold
the way in which our mother kissed
us, and pressed us to her heart, and
purred with delight when we scratched
her face. We lived in the house of
one of those long two-legged creatures
called Man. Our man was a very
kind one, poor thing, but silly,-at
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14 UNPLEASANT RECOLLECTIONS.

I cannot think, without much
sorrow, of my wicked conduct to-
wards that dear mother who was so
fond of, and so kind to, me and my
sweet little gray sister. I must con-
fess that I was often very naughty,
and the thought of this almost breaks
my heart now. Oh! that kittens
would take warning from me, and
never be bad to their mothers. I
used often to scratch her nose till it
bled; and I bit her tail while she
was asleep, causing her to start up
with a dreadful fuff and mew: but
when she saw who it was, she merely
gave me a gentle pat on the cheek,
and went off to sleep again with a






DOTTLE AND DINGEY. 1S

smile beaming on her mild fat
face.
One day my sister Dottle and I
were sitting on the oaken floor of our
master's study, playing with each
other's tails. Dottle had just made
a successful grasp at mine and caught
it by the point, when my eye suddenly
fell on a beautiful rose in a vase of
flowers that stood on the table.
"Dottle, darling," said I, pulling
my tail out of her mouth, "did you
ever smell a rose ?"
"No," replied Dottle, "never."
"Then let us get on the table
and smell that lovely one in the
vase,






16 THE DISOBEDIENT KITTEN.

But how shall we get up, Din-
gey ? you cannot jump so high, and
I'm certain that I cannot."
Fuff! you frightened thing," said
I, "don't talk stuff. Just help me
to push that foot-stool near the table,
and I'll show you how to jump. It
only needs a good will and a good
spring, that's all."
"Well, but," urged Dottle, with
an anxious expression on her small
round face, "I fear mamma will be
displeased; she told me not to go
near that table."
But she didn't tell me, so here
goes!" said I, bounding on to the
stool, and, exerting all my strength,
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WHAT COMES OF DISOBEDIENCE. 17

I leaped on to the table. My jump
was better than I expected. Not
only did I spring well on to it, but
I slid quite across it, and fell over on
the other side. Oh! the thrill of
terror that rushed through my heart!
I fixed my claws in the table-cloth;
but instead of saving myself, I
dragged it off and fell with a dread-
ful splash into our dish of milk,
while the vase and a book, a pair
of scissors and a thimble, fell on the
top of me.
"Oh, dear! mee-a ow! fuff!"
shrieked my sister, clasping her
paws, with a look of horror.
Eh! mee-a-ow! hollo! what's
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18 RESCUED BY MY MOTHER.

this?" cried my dear mother, rush-
ing into the room in terror.
He's tumbled into the milk,
mamma;- quick! pull him out, for
I'm certain he can't swim," cried my
sister, while her whiskers curled with
anguish.
In a moment I was dragged out,
and embraced in my mother's arms.
But such an object as I was! I was
no longer fat-looking and soft; the
milk glued the hair to my little body,
and made me bluish in colour all over.
Oh, what a fright!" exclaimed
Dottle, looking at me in surprise.
I was crying when my sister said
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20 A FRIGHT TO LOOK AT.

do you mean that you got a fright,
or that I got a fright, or that I'm a
fright to look at ?"
I mean that you're a fright to
look at," said Dottle.
On hearing this, I began to howl
again, and would not be quieted till
my mother said she would tell me a
story; then I gave a hiccough and
two deep sighs, and ceased roaring;
and my mother kissed and dried me,
and told me stories of a most wonder-
ful and surprising nature stories
that are far too long and astounding
to be written here.






NOTHING LIKE HAPPINESS. 21

Not long after the accident I have
just described, my dear mother came
into the room where Dottle and I
were sleeping, and said :
Come, darlings, let us play and
be happy together. There's nothing
like being happy. Isn't there, Din-
gey?
"Of course not," said I, starting
up and giving myself a good stretch.
"Hurrah!" cried Dottle, putting
up her back and dancing on three
legs towards my mother, who was
already performing the cat's hornpipe
on the floor. Immediately my blood
boiled over with a frenzy of delight.
I hurled myself into the air with a wild






22 A KITTEN'S ECSTASY.

caterwaul, alighted on my hind-legs,
and throwing out my fore- paws,
rushed at my mother's tail. But
Dottle was beforehand with me.
She caught the tail, and twisting it
round her neck, pulled, my mother
down on her back.
I am quite sure that human crea-
tures do not understand the extreme
pleasure, the wild joy, that fills a
kitten's heart when it sees its mother's
four legs, and its little sister's four
legs, and their two tails, twirling to-
gether in a heap of confusion. I
trembled with eagerness to join in
the wild embrace, but their move-
ments were so quick that I could





VERY DELIGHTFUL! 23

not see how to attack them; so I
shut my two eyes tight, set up all the
hairs on my body and tail, stuck out
every one of my eighteen claws, and,
uttering a frightful shriek and a fuff,
plunged into the midst of the fun.
Words cannot describe my feelings.
I was quite mad. I tugged, and
tugged, and yelled, while they did
the same to me and to each other;
then we flew asunder, put up our
backs and tails, and glared at one
another fiercely.
Oh! how exquisite it is to feel one's
hair stand on end! Human creatures
never feel this pleasure. They have
no hair to stand on end, poor things,






24 YOUR HAIR STANDING ON END!

except a few tufts about their heads;
and, although I have often seen my
master's children very merry, and also
in great passions, I never saw their
hair stand on end. I pity them
much. They can never know what
it is to feel the skin curling on
their backs, while electric joy bristles
through every hair, nor the funny
thoughts that crowd a kitten's brain
when it is thus agitated. Corks at
the end of bits of string, the points of
our own tails, rats and mice, worsted
balls, bell-pulls, cotton reels, and a
host of such things, come into our
minds when we are at play, naturally
causing us to dance, and hop, and






LAUGHING AND PURRING. 25

rush about, and stand suddenly still,
in that wild fashion which causes the
stupid human' creatures to laugh so
much at us. I wonder why they
laugh ? I'm sure there's nothing to
laugh at! Dottle and I had a long
talk about this one day.
I wish that we could laugh, sister
dear," said I, rather sadly, making a
gentle grasp at my shadow.
"So do I, very much; but I'm
quite certain it is not half so nice as
having one's hair stand on end, or
uttering a good loud fuff."
Perhaps not," I replied ; "at any
rate laughing can never compare with
purring.-"





26 KEEP YOUR TAIL STILL.

Oh it's so nice !" interrupted
Dottle, with a smile-for we could
smile although we could not laugh.
" When I purr I feel as if I loved
everybody in the world with all my
heart-even that ugly little rough
terrier that has frightened us so often
of late."
Very true," I replied ; "but keep
your tail still, sister. I can't resist
the temptation to rush at it if you
keep moving it so."



It was distress for my wickedness,
and the sorrow that I caused my
sweet mother, that nearly drove me





I CONFESS MY NAUGHTINESS. 27

mad. If it had not been for her
tender and forgiving spirit, I think I
must have gone mad, and been con-
fined in a lunatic asylum long ago.
Oh! I was remarkably naughty, and
sister Dottle was wonderfully good.
I have often thought that my naughti-
ness was the cause of my being born
black; but my mother called me
"foolish thing" when I suggested this.
One day I was sitting before my
sister licking her face. She had just
licked mine all over, and we were
saying to each other how refreshing
it was, when a mouse ran across the
floor. Before you could wink Dottle
and I were after it; but it ran under





28 THE BROKEN PLATE.

the table and disappeared in a mo-
ment, while I tumbled over our milk-
plate and broke it in pieces. The
noise brought in my mother, who
gave me a slight whipping, and then
sat down before the broken plate
and looked at it with the saddest
face I ever saw.
That is the two and twentieth
plate you have broken this week,
Dingey," she said, with a deep sigh.
I made no reply, but sat down
under the table, looking very sulky,
while Dottle began to weep and wipe
her eyes with the end of my mother's
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30 UNCONTROLLABLE GRIEF.

" two and twenty. The next will be
three and twenty. Only think!"
Oh dear! mee-a-ow!" cried my
sister.
Mee-a-ow indeed said my
mother; "you should rather say fuff!-
Ah, Dingey, what shall I do to you?
naughty, bad mee-a-ow! child, fuff!"
Oh me! oh! oh! dear!" roared
Dottle, unable to control her grief.
I was still a little sulky, but my
sister's tears and my mother's heart-
broken expression melted me. I
lifted up my head and howled with
anguish and repentance.
Are you sorry ?" asked my
mother.






FORGETTING OUR SORROW. 81

Mad," I replied; "quite mad
with the deepest sorrow."
"Then I forgive you. Kiss
me, beloved child my darling
kitten."
Just at that moment I observed
the mouse, which had caused all our
misfortune, peeping over the table at
me. Instantly I sprang up, caught
the table-cloth, and dragged it down
on myself and my mother and sister,
both of whom had darted at the
mouse the moment they saw it. For
a few moments we struggled violently
to free ourselves from the folds of
the cloth, but when we got loose the
mouse was gone.






32 BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!

It doesn't signify," said I ;" we'll
catch it next time; won't we, sister
dear ?"
Of course we will, Dingey-if we
can," replied Dottle.
"Now, dear kittens," said our
mother, as we sat humbly before her,
with our heads hanging down and
our hair dreadfully ruffled, "you see
how foolish it is to be in too great a
hurry. Let this be a lesson to you.
When you see a mouse again, do not
dart at it until you have first crept
slowly, softly, and very slyly towards
it, as near as you can get-then up
with your tail, out with your claws,
and bolt! And be very careful not






TEMPTATION IS STRONG. 33

to break any more plates.-Do you
hear, Dingey ?"
"Yes, mamma; I'm frightfully
penitent."
"Don't look at my tail, Dottle,"
continued my sweet mother; "I'm
talking very seriously to you just
now, and if you look long at my tail
you know very well that you can't
help flying at it."
Dottle sighed and turned her head
away.



I remember that we used to sleep
a great deal when I was young.
Every day, after breakfast, we had
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34 SLEEPING AND PLAYING.

a nap of half an hour. Then we
played till dinner-time. This was
generally our happiest time. We
felt just like balls of india-rubber
after breakfast, and ready for any fun
that turned up. Our master called
it mischief; we called it fun! Then
after dinner we had a good long sleep
of two hours, when we awoke and
began immediately to play again.
Sometimes my sister and I told
stories to each other; sometimes our
dear mother told us of the adventures
she had had in her young days.
Many of these were terrible tales, I
can tell you, and used to make us
tremble, and cause our hair to stand






A CAREFUL MOTHER. 38

on end. When we willingly made
our hair stand up, it was very nice,
as I have said; but when it stood up
of its own accord, through fear or
horror, it was very disagreeable in-
deed. As I was saying, we amused
ourselves thus till tea-time, and then
had another long sleep till breakfast
next morning.
Of course we were often startled
out of our sleep by sudden noises.
When this happened, our dear mother
opened her ears and listened very
earnestly. She opened her eyes, too,
so wide, that I sometimes thought
she was listening with them! I
have sometimes seen men open their






36 A SUDDEN ALARM.

mouths, as well as their eyes and
ears, when they were much surprised.
I wonder if they listened with them
all Well, one day we were lying
on the floor, all three of us purring
quietly, just as cats and kittens do
when about to fall into a sweet slum-
ber. Suddenly we heard a loud
noise, that made us start up with
wild astonishment.
What was that ?" said my
mother.
The cook," said I, trembling; for
I recollected that I had stolen a piece
of fish that day.
Boys, I fear," said Dottle.
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38 WHAT CAN IT BE?

some time, but heard nothing, and I
had almost fallen asleep again, when
the noise was repeated much louder
than before. We now began to be
very much alarmed, because the door
of the room happened to be open,
and we were not strong enough to
shut it against any enemy that might
be coming. Dottle and I crept close
to our dear mother's side, and tried
to feel that we were safe; and, truly,
when we looked at her glaring eyes,
and heard the low, deep growl, that
seemed to issue from her chest, and
observed the terrific claws that began
to appear-when we saw all this, and
knew how much she loved us, and






COULD IT BE A DREAM? 39

how brave she was, we felt greatly
comforted.
We must have been dreaming,"
remarked my mother; I don't hear
the sound now."
I suppose we were," said Dottle,
breathing more freely.
I shook my head. Do you think
it is possible, mother, that we three
could all dream of the same noise,
and start up at the same time ?"
Child, kitten," answered my
mother, with a severe look, "you
are too wise."
"I did not know that a kitten
could be too wise," said I.
Well, then, you pretend to be





40 THE ALARM REPEATED.

too wise. Hold your tongue, dear-
fuff!"
I was about to answer, when I
almost jumped out of my body with
fright, as the terrible sound was
repeated

My poor mother trembled exceed-
ingly, so much so that I was quite
surprised; but she afterwards ex-
plained to me that it was too much
courage that made her tremble, and
that all her fear was for us, not for
herself.
On came the sound, louder and
louder, and nearer and nearer, until
we knew that it was the barking of





IT IS--A DOG! 41

a dog. The sound of its voice was
very awful, and it was made much
louder by the echo in the passages of
the house through which the dog was
running. Sometimes it came near to
the room in which we were, and then
it turned off and went howling along
another passage, and its voice became
faint in the distance, so that we were
in great hopes it had departed alto-
gether. But, alas! we were mistaken.
The dog soon drew near again, and
ran barking furiously along the pass-
age leading to our room. Oh! it
was a time of dreadful suspense.
My heart and bones seemed to melt
with intense fear, and I felt as if I





42 DINGEY TURNS CONSOLER.

were nothing but a bag of warm
water. Dear Dottle, too, seemed
very much agitated. She trembled
violently, and mewed several times
in anguish of spirit.
"Cheer up, my sister," said I
tenderly, forgetting for a moment my
own danger when I saw her terror;
"we have nothing to fear, darling.
Our valiant mother is before us, and
-and-the room wall is behind us;
think of that, sister, and be com-
forted !"
I must confess that I did not see
clearly what good the room wall being
behind us could do, but I felt that
it was better to say something than






DOGS ARE DISGUSTING. 43

nothing. I knew that the very tone
of my courageous voice would tend
to soothe my alarmed sister. And
so it was.
"Thank you, dear Dingey," she
said, creeping closer towards our
mother; "you are very kind. I
feel much relieved-mee-a-ow! fuff!"
Dottle started and trembled vio-
lently at this moment, for the hideous
barking was renewed louder than
ever. I wonder why these vile dogs
have got such terrible, rude voices!
I never hear one barking, even in
play, but my heart flies into my
throat and almost chokes me. My
dear mother had now become fearful





44 A TERRIBLE SPECTACLE.

to behold. Her eyes were dilated
to such an extent that they seemed
like burning coals in her head; every
hair stood on end; her claws tore
convulsively at the wooden floor;
and her voice rumbled, as if in her
stomach, like distant thunder. At
this moment sister Dottle sneezed
unexpectedly. We were so excited
that we all leaped nearly our own
height from the floor, and gave vent
to a terrific caterwaul.
Silence, stupid thing-"
Bow! wow! wow! wow!" came
rolling along the passage, and in an-
other moment we heard feet scamper-
ing rapidly towards the door.





PREPARING FOR THE ENEMY. 45

"Mee-a-ow! fuff! splutter! fuff!"
cried my mother, and sprang behind
a large chest that stood in a corner
of the room, where she put up her
back and tail, and gazed with a look
of mingled fear and anger at the
door. Dottle, bounded on to the
top of the chest with intense vigour,
and turned round to face the enemy.
I was about to fly to the same place
of refuge, when a boisterous bark
close to my tail caused me to turn
round with a shriek of terror; at the
same moment Dottle upset our dish
of milk over my back and drenched
me to the skin. It is impossible to
describe my feelings when I received





46 ONLY A TERRIER!

this hideous shock, and, at the same
time, beheld the hairy face of a fierce
terrier within a foot of my nose!



It was quite surprising to observe
the change that came over my dear
mother's face when she saw that the
dog was a very, very small one. She
instantly assumed a look of bold,
fierce defiance, for she recollected
having seen that same little dog get
a good thrashing from a cat which
was not so large as herself.
The little dog rushed headlong
into the middle of the room, and
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48 BEFORE THE BATTLE.

Mee-a-ow! villain, what do you
want here? fuff! eh ?" cried my
mother, bristling intensely, and ad-
vancing a step.
"Bow! wow! wow!" replied the
dog.
-' I will tear out your eyes," said
my mother, "and scratch your face,
and bite off your nose, and rend
your limbs ;-do you hear ? fuff! "
"I'll murder you outright," said
Dottle, in a low whisper, thickening
her tail and drawing back.
Bow! wow! wow !-bow! wow!
wow! wow!" replied the little dog.
Bow wow repeated my
mother, with a sneer; "is that all





AN ATTACK ON THE TERRIER. 49

you can say? Don't you think you
might try Mow! ow! for a change?"
As my mother said this, we all
three gave a yell and a splutter,
leaped a foot high into the air, and
landed on the floor all at once with
a loud fuff The little dog looked
as if he thought this rather surprising,
but he said nothing. He felt very
uneasy, however, I observed, for he
glanced back at the door. This was
the moment for action! Uttering a
shriek of rage, mingled with horror
at the thought of the terrific attack
she was about to make, my mother
darted at the foe and fixed her claws
and teeth in the little dog's back.
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50 THE FURIOUS ENCOUNTER.

At the same instant I seized him
by the tail, while Dottle stood on
the chest glaring and fuffing con-
tinuously.
I have seen cats fight, and dogs
fight, and rats fight, besides many
other fierce animals-I have even
seen that wretched creature Man
fight, and a very ridiculous, hum-
bling sight it was; but I must say
I never before saw so terrible, so
awful, and every, way dreadful a fight
as that which now took place between
my darling, brave mother, and that
wicked little terrier dog.
First of all, as I have said, my
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52 THE FORTUNE OF WAR

his back and gave him a terrible
shake, which made him yell frightfully.
Then he sprang up, turned round,
and seized my mother by the neck.
In turning round his head, of course
he turned round his tail too, rather
quickly, and, as I was biting that
at the time, I was rolled over with
much violence against the chest,
where I lay stunned and bleeding
at the nose. My poor mother got
a dreadful worry; her eyes started
from their sockets, and I thought she
was gone, when she suddenly seized
the dog by the nose, and held on so
tightly with her teeth and claws that
nothing could shake her off. The





WE ARE VICTORIOUS! 53

dog tumbled, and shook, and rolled
in agony, while a low, deep growl
came through my mother's clenched
teeth. Seeing this, and observing
that the dog could not bite now,
Dottle and I rushed at his hind feet
and buried our teeth in his toes.
The pain seemed to give him the
strength of a horse. He gave my
mother a shake that sent her rolling
across the room, darted through the
door-way, and went scampering and
yelping along the passage.
After' the dog was gone, we all sat
down and began to lick our hair and
remove the blood from our faces. It
was a good long time before we got






54 THE SLEEP AFTER BATTLE.

our spirits quite calmed down, how-
ever, for I must say we had been
dreadfully ruffled, and it was fully
two hours before we could purr or
look sweet.

My mother did not know that the
mice were playing on the table, how-
ever, else she would have made them
vanish like smoke. She was so
fatigued after the terrible battle with
the dog, that she fell fast asleep.
Kittens always follow a good ex-
ample, so in less than ten minutes
after we lay down we were all sound
as tops. No one could have believed
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56 THE THREE MICE.

face was that which had been glaring
a short time ago like a raging tiger.
I laid myself by her side, and Dottle
leaned upon her back.
I don't know how long the mice
played, but the noise they made at
last awakened me; and, peeping slyly
out of the corner of my right eye, I
saw them dancing on the table. At
first I felt inclined to dart at them,
but I thought a little, and then de-
termined to awaken my mother and
sister gently, so that we might all fly
at them at the same moment. This
was not easy to do quietly, but at last
I succeeded, and we made a tremen-
dous jump at the mice.





A VICTIM FOR EACH OF US. 87

We caught them, we did, by their
tails; three of them, at least-one got
away. Dottle caught one, I caught
one, and my mother caught one.
That was three altogether. I cannot
explain the tumult of feelings that
filled my heart to bursting. I held
the mouse tight between my teeth,
and glared from side to side, mewing
awfully, for I feared that some one
would try to take it away. I noticed
that my mother and sister were doing
exactly the same. This was the first
time that Dottle and I had ever
caught mice; and oh! they were
sweet! After having eaten them,
we went to sleep again, for we felt





'8 A CAPITAL CAT.

that we had behaved very well. In-
deed, our man-master, who had seen
us catch the mice, said we were very
clever, good little kittens, and called
my mother a capital cat.
And so she was. I am quite sure
there never was such a cat in all the
world-so kind, so good, so brave,
so gentle, so tender, so capital (as the
man said), so amiable, and so remark-
ably fat.
My child," said she to me one
day, "I do hope that you will turn
out a good cat."
"Mother, darling," said I, "I'll
try."
"That's right," said she sweetly;





TRY, TRY, AND TRY AGAIN. 59

"there's nothing like trying. If ever
you wish to catch a mouse, you must
try. If you wish to kill a rat, you
must try. There is nothing to be
done in the world without trying.
Only try, and there is almost nothing
that you may not be able to do."
Mother," said Dottle, "do you
think I could jump down my own
throat if I were to try ?"
Hush, kitten, you are silly."
Dottle sighed and kissed her
mother, who smiled and patted her
cheek. Then she kissed me, and
after that we all kissed each other.
Ah! how my heart mourns over
those happy by-gone days.






60 REMOVED FROM HOME.

I was taken rudely from my dear
mother and sister at last. I was put
in a basket and carried away, I know
not whither-and I never saw them
more.
Oh! it makes me very sad when
I think of my little sister and my
mother.
Alas! alas! fuff! mew!





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