She
said I could catch mice till she came back. But the mice are in the barn
and I can't get in.
"The house, too, is shut up. No one is there to give me any milk. My
warm bed is in the kitchen, by the stove. I can't sleep on these cold
stones.
"This is a dreadful Christmas! Last year I had a pitcher of cream and a
string of popcorn from Ethel's Christmas tree. She is very good to me
when she is at home. I wish she would come back. I am so frightened and
hungry! Mew! mew!"
TO MY CAT MUFF.
Thou art not "dumb," my Muff;
In those sweet pleading eyes and earnest look
Language there were enough
To fill, with living type, a goodly book,
Wherein who read might see
What tones unheard, and forms of silent speech
Are given, that such as thee
The eloquence of dumbness, men might teach.
JOHN OWEN.
HOW TO TAKE CARE OF CATS.
"Mamma!" cried Philip, coming in one day with something in his arms,
"see this poor kitty I found in the street! A dog was barking at her and
she ran straight into my arms. May I keep her for my own?"
Mrs. Grant looked up from her work. Such a rough-coated, dirty little
cat as she saw! But there was something in the tired, frightened eyes
that touched her.
Pages:
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48