 Chapter 1 of Pussy Blackface, The Story of a Kitten and Her Friends Chapter 1 by the Fire My name is Pussy Blackface, and I am a naughty young kitten. I wish I were good like my mother. She is the best cat that I ever saw. I try to be like her, and sometimes I succeed, but most times I don't. My mother's disposition is really lovely, but then she has a week back. It seems to me that if I had a week back, I should be good too. But when there is a spring in my spine that makes me want to jump all the time, and something curled up in my pulse that makes me want to seize things, what can I do? How can I be good? My mother purrs wholesome advice into my ears, and tells me to try, to try hard. And so I do, but usually it doesn't seem of any use. I might as well be bad all the time and not worry about it. Every night, as we sit around the fire before we go to bed, I think things over. You know how cats look and act when they are getting sleepy. Some people say that cats are stupid and can't think or feel. Don't you believe it? They are just as clever as any animals. Well, I think the most beautiful sight in the world is our little family on these chilly, east-windy nights as we gather in the sitting-room about bedtime. First there is our dear mistress, Mrs. Darley. She is a widow with two adopted children, Billy and Margaret. After dinner they go to the study to learn their lessons, and Mrs. Darley sits for a little while with us before she goes to join them. We cats are allowed to run all over the house, but we usually prefer the sitting-room, because there is the broad window-seat for sunny mornings, and the cushions by the fire for dull weather. Mrs. Darley always takes my mother on her lap, because she is the chief favourite, and because she has suffered so much. I am not ashamed to say that my mother was an ash-barrel cat before Mrs. Darley rescued her. That is, she was a poor cat who had to pick up her living in backyards. She is a grayish, wistful-looking creature with a quiet manner. Her name is Dust and Ashes. She knows a good deal, but she doesn't talk much. My father, whose name is the Piebald Prince, is an Angora. He is very handsome, very aristocratic, very dignified, but not at all proud. He says he believes it is wrong to call any cat common or unclean. Persian cats and Angora cats and New Mexico cats and Manx cats and all kinds of cats should be treated in just the same way and have an equal amount of respect shown them. Many a cuff, a gentlemanly cuff, I have had from him for being disrespectful to my mother. He believes in keeping us young ones in order. Besides myself there is my sister Serena and my brother Jimmy Dory. They are both much older than I am. Serena is a very clever little cat. She has beautiful manners and purrs a good deal to herself about culture. She and Jimmy are both half Angora and half common cat, so I am too for that matter, but they are much better looking than I am. My father is black and white, and we are black and white, but his black and white, and Serena and Jimmy Dory's black and white, are laid on prettily. I am a fright. Everyone says so, cats and human beings, so it must be true. I think myself, when I look in the glass, that I am very ugly, but I don't care a bit. Why should I worry? I can't see myself unless I look in the mirror. Let the other cats and people worry about me, and say that my white face looks as if someone had thrown an ink bottle and splashed me right across it. They are the ones that suffer, for they can see me. I don't see myself. My body is prettier than my face. I often laugh to myself when I am creeping softly along, and someone says, oh, what a lovely black kitten. Then I turn round and the someone always shrieks, you little fright, or you ugly little thing. My mother says it is naughty in me to laugh, but I tell her that girl squeals and cat squeals don't hurt me. The only things I am afraid of are sticks and stones. Then she smiles sadly, and says, when you grow up to be a cat, black face, you will be sorry that your face does not please everyone. I must say, I don't believe her. I don't believe that my mother knows half as much as I do. She is getting old and fussy, but I wouldn't say this to anyone but myself for the world. The kitten next door laughed at my mother the other day, and I scratched him. I do it again too. I shan't let anyone but myself criticize my mother, while I have claws in my velvet paws. Well, I don't believe I'll think any more about myself tonight. I am getting sleepy, and my head is sinking down on my pink cushion. I wish I hadn't broken that pretty glass face today. Mrs. Darley felt very sorry. What was I doing on the mantelpiece? The deer only knows. It looked tempting up there. It is such fun to twist between things and not break them, and it is only once in a great while that I do have a smash. I hope Billy will find his lead pencils. I dropped them behind a sofa. And what did I do with that dead mouse I was playing with? Did I leave it on Margaret's bed? I believe I did. Well, she is a fat little girl. It won't hurt her to scream a while. Mrs. Darley will run to her. Good night, everybody. I am so sleepy. Here, please visit Librivox.org, recording by phone. Pussy Blackface, The Story of a Kitchen and Her Friends by Marshall Saunders. Chapter 2 A Cat's Refuge Where am I? Can I collect my thoughts and reflect a little? Was there ever such an unhappy cat? Only last night I sat and purred myself to sleep beside my dear mother. Pressed clothes against her soft fur, I had no thought of harm. And now where am I? But I must not be silly. Let me close my eyes and purr hard for a while. Then sense will come to me. I must not open them. When I look round this room and see the shadowy form of cat after cat, I think I will go crazy. And yet what a simpleton I am. I am safe here. Danger is over. Let me be thankful that I escaped as I did. Well, to go back to this morning. The east wind was out of the air. When mother and I and father and Serena and Jimmy Dory came yawning and stretching out of the sitting-room and looked downstairs, the hall-door was wide open, the sun was pouring in. Mrs. Darley was so glad. She just loves sunshine. She went round the house opening doors and windows, and just as soon as breakfast was over, we all ran out on the sidewalk. Cats get dreadfully tired of a backyard, and the backyards on Beacon Hill are so sunless and dull. We like fun and excitement, a little mild excitement, as much as human beings do. So my father and mother sat on the big, sunny stone doorstep, while Serena, Jimmy Dory and I played on the pavement. We had a tiny round pebble that we were rolling with our paws. It was such a funny little pebble. I pushed it and danced, and caught it in my paws and tossed it, and had a beautiful time, until my mother began to warn me. Blackface, don't go down the hill. There are bad boys there. Keep up here. I don't see any boys, I said willfully. They will soon see you if you go down there, said my father, severely. I didn't believe him, and I thought my mother was fussy. I see now that little cats have to learn by experience. Nothing would have convinced me that there were bad boys at the foot of the hill, if I had not seen them, and felt the grasp of their unkind hands. While we were playing, the little pebble suddenly began to roll downhill. How fast it went. I watched it for a few instance, and then something said, go after it, Blackface. I tried hard not to. I looked back at my parents, sunning themselves on the doorstep. I stared at Serena and Jimmy Dory, who were cautious young cats, and rarely disobeyed their parents. I'll just snatch it and run back, I mew tastily. Then I ran. I caught the Lizzo pebble, but alas, something caught me. Just as I put my paw on it, I saw out of the corner of my eye a group of boys standing in a near alley. I turned to run, but it was too late. One of them sprang toward me, and seized me by the back. Then he started to race, not up the hill, but further down. I was nearly suffocated with fright and pain, for the boy held me so tightly that I could scarcely breathe. No one had ever clutched me like this before. I had never been whipped. I had never been roughly handled, for Margaret and Billy were good children. This boy was a monster. His face was red and dirty. His eyes were bulging from his head, and he stumbled as he ran, so that I was afraid he would fall on me and kill me. I may as well say here that the boy was not as bad as he seemed to me. He had not stolen me. He was merely having some fun, or what he called fun. He was some poor child that had had no one to teach him to be kind to animals. He did not dream that I was suffering. He did not think that a cat was capable of suffering. So he hurried on and on, and some of the other boys ran yelling behind him. I don't know exactly what streets he took. I was too terrified to notice the way we were going, but soon I saw a river in a distance. Was he going to throw me in it? Half choked as I was. I dug my claws in his coat and gave a frantic meow, for, like all cats, I hate water. Boy, called a policeman suddenly, what are you doing with that cat? My captor was frightened and dropped me, and he and the other boys turned and ran back. He may be sure that I made a dash for liberty. I sprang wildly past the policeman, and not daring to follow the boys who were going toward my home, I leaped into a narrow, dirty street where there was a dreadful confusion of wagons, cars, and throngs of people. I threaded my way among them all. I don't know how I escaped being killed, until finally I was forced to pause for breath. Unfortunately, some boys and girls saw me and gave chase. I don't think they wanted to hurt me. They wished to catch me, but I was in terror again, and ran into an alley. They followed me, so I sprang on a heap of boxes, and then to a low porch. The children discovered me there, and while some tried to coax me down, others threw stones at me. I looked up desperately. There was no help for me on the ground, for a big boy had begun to climb on the porch. I examined the sloping side of the house roof. Then I leaped on it. Two or three times I fell back, but at last I succeeded in making my claws whole. They were fine, sharp ones, or they never would have done so. In two minutes I was on the very roof of the house, panting hard, my heart almost out of my body, everything black before my eyes, but I was safe. There I saw that I was free from pursuit. The children had gone away. At the same time the roof was not very comfortable. It was cold and slippery, for by this time the lovely son had gone behind the cloud, and soon I began to be very uneasy. I thought of my father and mother and Serena and Jimmy Dory, that distressed group at the top of the hill, for I had had one glimpse of them as I was snatched by the boy. Oh, why had I not minded my mother and not run away from home? What was going to become of me? Must I spend a night in this dreadful place? I thought of my little blue and white saucer that Mrs. Darley's kind cook filled with milk for me every noon. Oh, meow, meow! I cried pitifully. Will no one help a poor little cat? A skylight in the roof opened, and an old man's face looked out. Such a kind face, but still I did not trust him, and moved away to the other end of the ridge-pole. Little cat, he said seriously, there is help even for such as you. I will go seek it, and he disappeared. I did not know what he meant, so I continued to cry pitiously. I wanted my mother and dear Mrs. Darley. I was too far up to be heard from the street, but a few persons opened nearby windows and looked at me indifferently. Only a cat, they said. Let her get down the way she came up. Oh dear, dear! I mewed. Must I stay on this roof till I perish from hunger? For now it was beginning to get dark and cloudy, and to look like rain. Oh, meow, meow! Just as I was giving up hope, the skylight opened again. There she is, sir, I heard the old man say. Then a young man put his head out and looked at me. He had a good face. I'm only a kitten, but I found out that if a man spends his life in doing good, he has a good face. I trusted him, and yet I was afraid to go to him, if you can understand that. Kitty, he said soberly, over there, and he waved his hand toward the heart of the city, is a place where lost dogs and cats are sheltered. Come to me, and I will take you to it. Come, and he held out his hand. Oh, meow, meow! I said. If I go to you, perhaps you will throw me away down there in that raging, horrible street. No pussy, he said seriously, shaking his hand. No, I have never deceived an animal. Come here, and I will put you in a nice basket where no one will see you, and I will carry you through the noisy street. Here. And he threw me a tiny piece of liver. Now I am very fond of nicely cooked liver. I think it is vulgar to eat it raw. Fortunately, I caught the liver, and it did taste good, and made me think more of the man. He still had some in his hand. I smelt it, so I crept timidly toward him along the roof. Poor pussy, poor pussy, he kept saying, and presently I was eating from his hand, and he was stroking my ears as I ate. Then he stepped back quietly into the room. He didn't try to catch me, but he put the liver down where I could reach it. I peeped in through the skylight. The young man and the old man were talking. Yes, sir, the younger one was saying, we've got a refuge for dogs and cats, but it isn't half-large enough. I look at the manner this way. The animals are put in the world by the same creator that put us here. They've got their rights. Give them their share of room on Mother Earth, and if you don't love them, and love to take care of them, and you worship only your own selfish old body, then take care of the animals out of that same love for yourself. That's so, sir, that's so, and the old man nodded his head. Because, the young man went on, a neglected animal is a diseased animal, and the diseased animal is a menace to the millionaire as well as to the pauper. Germs of disease can't be fenced in, so I say, kill sick and homeless creatures if you can't get a good home for them. Would you kill that cat? asked the old man, pointing to me. As his hand pointed toward me, my nose pointed straight for the skylight, but the young man reassured me. No, he said thoughtfully, looking me over. That is a young healthy kitten, and part Angora will get a home for her. By this time I had had enough liver, so I went smelling round the little table where the old man kept a basin and pitcher of water, and like the perfect gentleman that he was, he got up and gave me a drink. Then I went to sleep, I was dreadfully tired, and I knew that I could trust those two men, so finding that the softest place was the middle of the old man's bend, I jumped up there and had a beautiful nap while they went on talking. I didn't sleep very soundly, and as soon as the young man rose, I rose too. He stretched out a hand, took me up gently, and put me in a nice lined basket. Then he covered me up and said goodbye to the old man. I didn't like the basket, but I wasn't frightened. Soon I heard round me the roar of the street, then the jarring of an electric car. Then after a good while I felt that the young man was walking rapidly along another street. In a few minutes he stopped short, opened one door, then another, and then the noise of the street fell away, and I heard other noises. Well, Mr. Green, a woman's voice exclaimed, Here you are at last. Do give me whatever you have got. Two urgent calls are waiting. One for a mad dog in a yard on Trummond Street, which of course means a poor wretch which has been chased till he is foaming at the mouth, and another for a cat and kittens deserted in a cellar on Washington Street. Do hurry. I felt someone take the basket and lift a cover. Oh, the kitten and half Angora, and a pleasant-faced young lady looked down at me. Well, she must go in the cat room. Mercy! and she slightly raised her voice. I stared about me. I was in a kind of office. There was a large desk, and many pictures of animals were on the walls. Then a nice, madderly-looking woman came in, took me up as if I had been a baby, and carried me into a hall and up some stairs. She talked kindly to me all the way up, and presently she opened the door of her room, put me down gently, pause an instant or two to see what kind of a reception I met with, then went away. I gazed about me. Where was I? Was it a party? I had never seen so many cats together, not even in the biggest yard-congress on Beacon Hill. The room was large and beautifully neat and clean. Around the walls were boxes and baskets, and in many of them cats lay asleep. Others walked about a room. Some ran up to me, mostly young ones, and asked my name and where I came from. I put up my back at first, but when I saw they were all kindly disposed, I put it down again. What is this place? I asked, sitting down against the door. Why, this is a cat's home, said a young thing with a yellow face. Have you never heard of it? Sick cats, lost cats, starved cats, bad cats, good cats, young cats and old cats are all brought here. You're kept several days, and if you're not claimed, you're mercifully destroyed, or else given away. I say, do you suppose you'll be claimed? Be what? I asked. Be claimed. Will your folks come to look for you? I wish mine would, and she gazed wistfully at the door. I believed I lost you on purpose, said a little white kitten spitefully. My new friend had to box her ears for this, so I turned to another cat who was politely offering to show me around. She pointed out the warmest sleeping places in the room, then she took me out through a little swinging door to the roof garden. Just fancy a roof garden for cats, I was delighted with it. There were little trees in boxes, and big pans of water, and a wire netting over all to keep the cats from running away. No voice could chase you here, I said. Oh no, my new friend replied. No one chases us. It is a lovely place, but still it has a serious drawback. A drawback, I repeated. What is it? You will see. Just wait. I have seen. I have found out that all these cats are homesick. While their time has come, it is dreadful. They all look sad, and some of them are moaning in their sleep. They have all been used to human beings. Cat society is not good enough for them. Down below in the courtyard, for this is a dog's home as well, we can hear the big animals crying out and howling. They are dreaming of their dear masters and mistresses. Oh, I hope Mrs. Darley knows about dis-sheltering home for animals, and that she will come in the morning to get me. Good night, dear Father Pibald Prince, and Mother Dust and Ashes. I am not with you, but I hope you will sleep well, and not think about me. Good night, Serena, and Jimmy Dory. You are often provoking, but I love you both. End of Chapter 2. Recording Lifo Chapter 3 of Pussy Blackface, The Story of a Kitten and Her Friends. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Elizabeth Holland Pussy Blackface, The Story of a Kitten and Her Friends. By Marshall Saunders Chapter 3. A Surprising Change Last night I thought I was in a queer place, but upon my word tonight I am in a queerer, and I don't believe that in Boston there is a more puzzled or confused little cat than I am. Here I lie curled up in a heap of soft white fur and pink silk. I think it is an old opera cloak that is carefully arranged in a big armchair near the bed where sleeps a pale, pretty little girl. I was the last thing that her eyes rested on before she went to sleep, and she wished me to be the first object before her when she awoke. There is a dull fire burning in the grate with a wire guard before it. One of the windows is open, and soon the fire will go out and the room will be quite cold. But I won't mind it, wrapped as I am in this soft cloak. Fixing my eyes on the few red coals, I am thinking over the events of the day. Let me begin from the first. For whenever we go out and come in again, my mother says, Please tell me everything you have done since you left me, so that she has got her kittens in the habit of relating things, and thinking them over in an orderly way. Last night I went to sleep in the big room in the cat's home. I had at a very comfortable night, of course, but still I slept a good deal. And whenever I woke with a start, I was glad to find myself in a place where no one could chase me. Early in the morning I went out in the roof garden. It was rather hard for the kittens to get out. For two old cats stationed themselves each side of the swinging door and boxed the ears of every kitten that passed. One boxed the right side, and one the left. But after it was over, we didn't mind it much. The most of us drank our milk out there. Such nice big dishes of it. The woman called Mercy brought to us. As soon as breakfast time was over, we began to have callers. Mostly ladies and children. Some wanted to find an old cat. Some to find a new cat. Some to get rid of the cat. Some to give money to the cats. But they all wanted to see us. It was very interesting to watch the actions of the pussies. They would look narrowly at the visitors. Then if they liked a lady or a child, they would circle round that particular person and beg to be taken away. I was sitting apart, watching the various groups about the big room, when a little girl came right up to the corner where I was alone. Here is a lovely little pussy, she said in a sympathetic voice. Pussy, don't you want to be adopted? Meow! I said doubtfully. For every minute I was hoping that Mrs. Darley would appear. Oh, Mama! Mama! said the little girl. I love this pussy with the black splash on her face. May it I have her? A very pretty lady came up and looked at me kindly. Certainly Mary, if you're able to get her, there must be some good blood in her. See how long her fur is? I will speak to the secretary about her. And she went away. The little girl remained and continued to stroke and caress me. I did not respond very much. I was uneasy and troubled. Soon her Mama came back. Yes, Mary, you may have her if no one claims her, but the secretary thinks from her actions that she has been a pet cat, so we had better give the owner a chance of finding her. Oh, Mama! I want this kitty! I want this kitty! said the little girl longingly. Her little sorry face just suits me. I think I could make her happy. And she took me in her arms and petted me until, for shame's sake, I had to purr a little and rub my head against her. Her mother stood looking at her smilingly. Then another person came along, a taller person, and stood gazing at us over her shoulder. I gave a loud and joyful meow and sprang forward. That was Mrs. Darley's lovely face. Oh, how glad I was to see her! I went round and round her. I rubbed my body against her. I sprang on her shoulder. I just burrowed in the fur collar of her coat till she laughed and put me down. Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Darley? said the mother of the little girl. Why, Mrs. Denville exclaimed Mrs. Darley in surprise. I did not see you. I was so taken up with my kitten, I lost her yesterday. Little Mary's face was a study. She was trying hard not to be disappointed, but in spite of herself, she could not help it. Oh, Mama! Mama! she said in an undertone. I have lost my kitty. Her mother looked at her in the way my mother looks at her kittens when they want something and she is afraid she can't get it for them. Then this lady, this Mrs. Denville, turned to my dear mistress. This is my daughter, Mary, she said. Your arrival has dashed her hopes to the ground. She was hoping to become the proud possessor of this kitten. Was she, replied Mrs. Darley in her good-humored way? Come here, my dear, and shake hands with me. You are a kind little girl. I can see by your eyes. Now suppose I were to give you this kitty? Mary's eyes danced with joy, but horror entered into my soul. You see, said Mrs. Darley, caressing my ears as she spoke, I have so many cats, I can easily spare one, but I am rather particular about my pussies. I only give them to persons who will love them and treat them sensibly. Now I have heard of you and your love for animals, and I am sure a cat would do well in your hands, so I will give you my young black face if you like. Little Mary came slowly up to Mrs. Darley and laid a hand on her arm. If you give me that kitty, she said solemnly, and I don't take good care of it, I hope the Lord will punish me. Mrs. Darley smiled. I don't think there is any danger of your ill-treating an animal. Well now, I must go. I am glad that my wandering kitten was brought here. What a blessed thing it is, that there is this refuge for lost animals. And are you not going to take away a cat? asked Mary gently. I don't think so, replied Mrs. Darley. I have four at home. I suppose, though, I could take one, for five is my limit. I never keep more than that. Mercy, she said to the woman who would just come into the room. Have you any hopeless cases? Yes, ma'am, said the woman. There's that Jane. And she pointed to a gray cat in the corner. She's got to be killed with the old cats, I think. She's ugly-looking, and she's lame, and she won't take any trouble to make herself agreeable to strangers. And she gives the young kitten a dreadful time of it. She don't enjoy life herself, and she won't let anyone else enjoy it. Jane, said Mrs. Darley, come here. Jane would not come. Poor Jane, said Mrs. Darley. I wonder if I could soften that unhappy face. Mercy, I'll try her. Just put her in a basket, and I will take her home. Now, goodbye, black face. I was in a whirl of confused emotions. My dear mistress was going to leave me, and I was helpless. I was not strong enough to make her take me with her. I should never again see my dear father and mother and brother and sister. It seemed to me that my heart was breaking. Cheer up, black face, whispered Mrs. Darley, for I had climbed on her shoulder and had my head close against her face. Cheer up. Partings are hard to bear, both for cats and human beings, but they are sometimes for our good. You will have a lovely home with that dear child. Goodbye. She hugged me to her for a minute, then she resolutely put me down, and though I ran and cried after her, Mary and her mother held me back. Mrs. Darley went out of the room without me and with that horrible Jane. I was almost a crazy little cat, and Mary's eyes filled with tears as she listened to my cries. Perhaps, Mama, she said, we ought not to keep her. She will get over her trouble, her mother replied. Try her for a few days. They asked for another basket, and Mercy brought one, and I was put in it and carried out of doors. Mrs. Denville's carriage was waiting for them, and we got in and were driven to their home. And let me think again how surprised I was when I found where their home is. Scarcely a stone's throw from Mrs. Darley's. Mrs. Darley is on Mount Vernon Street. The Denvils are on Beacon Street. I know the whole neighborhood, and as soon as we arrived in the Denville's house, and little Mary took me up to her room and let me look out the window, I was overcome with joy. Why, I could run home any day, and I began to be comforted. Now Pussy said Mary taking me on her lap and sitting down by the window. I want to talk to you. I am going to tell you all about myself, and I want you to listen attentively. My name is Mary Denville, and I'm not a very strong little girl. I have a very weak back. Meow! Meow! Just like my mother, I interrupted. Mary smiled. I see you understand me. To continue Pussy, my father is what is called a banker. He was born in Maine, but he went to California as a young man. He married there, and we lived there until a few years ago. He and I and dear mama. Then we came east, as Californians say, for I had spinal disease, and I had to be taken to New York to see some clever doctors. Then I got better, and mama took me to Europe. Papa bought this house, and when we came home, we established ourselves here. Do you think you will like me, Pussy? Her little face was so sweet and so wistful that I could not help saying, Meow! Very gently to her. She stroked me and turned my head toward the window, and pointed out nice things on the common opposite us. You see, this is a beautiful situation for a home. Mary went on, half to herself, half to me. The snow has gone now, and one can see the grass and the dear little buds coming on the trees. Can you find that squirrel away over there on the tree branch, Pussy? His bright eyes are on me. All through the winter I fed him with nice nuts, and he is grateful. Someday I will carry you down to see him. But you must not chase him, Pussy. She talked to me a long time about the common and the people on it. It was noon, and a great many were hurrying up to the hill to get their lunch. Until at last someone opened the door. Lunch is ready, Miss Mary, I heard someone say, and looking round I saw an old woman. Very well nurse replied my little mistress, and getting up she slipped me in the chair by the window. I do not dare to take you downstairs so soon, blackface, for you might run away, but I will bring you up something nice. I sat by the window and watched the people outside and dozed a while, until Mary came back with a tray for me. I jumped up then and looked at it. It contained cream toast, a slice of chicken, and a saucer of milk. I had a very nice lunch. Mary said, Now what shall I do with you? My governess comes at three to give me some lessons. Would you like to go in the school room, or would you rather stay here? I did not want to be left alone, so I meowed round her feet, and she took me up and carried me to another room. There was a fire in it, and a table with books on it, and some straight back chairs. I lay down on the fur rug by the grate, and soon went fast asleep, while Mary and a tall young lady talked about things that I did not in the least understand. So our afternoon passed, then came dinner. I was dreadfully tired and sleepy by this time, and failed to nodding over my plate of turkey bones. Soon after dinner, Mary's old nurse put her to bed. First, though, the little girl chose the most comfortable chair in the room for me, drew it close to her bed, and wrapped me in this cloak. Here I lie, curled up comfortably, half asleep, and half awake, and as I say, very puzzled and confused. Am I going to be happy here, away from my parents? What shall I do to amuse myself all day? There is not another cat in sight. I thought I heard dogs in the basement. I smelt them, anyway. I hate dogs. Well, I must go to sleep. It won't do any good to lie awake, bothering about the future. Oh, how comfortable I am. My poor old mother. I wish she could have had a nice cloak like this to sleep on when she was a poor homeless cat, crouching in the shelter of a fence to keep herself from the cold rain. Why can't all cats have nice homes? Aren't there enough homes to go round? I saw a cat on the common this afternoon, very thin and dirty and skulking from tree to tree looking for scraps. Why am I wrapped in a fur cloak? And why is she out in the cold? Am I a better cat than she is? Probably not. I am called a naughty kitten. My brain is quite tired from thinking about things. I will go to sleep. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of Pussy Blackface. The Story of a Kitten and Her Friends. This is a Libby Fox recording. All Libby Fox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibbyFox.org. Recording by Catherine. Pussy Blackface. The Story of a Kitten and Her Friends. Why Marshall Saunders. Chapter 4. I Visit My Family. Today I had quite an experience. I have been in the Denville's family just 3 days, and the more I see of my young mistress, the more I like her. Actually, I have not done one bad thing since I came. My little mistress keeps me with her all the time. Her company is a great satisfaction to me, and a great safeguard. All the bad animals were allowed to be more in the society of the human beings they love. They also would improve. Well, I have been closely watched to see that I did not run away. I have been even taken in the carriage to drive. Little Mary got an old muff of her mother, a huge soft thing, and when we go out, she puts me in it. Oh, what fun I have sitting on the seat beside Mary, and staring at all the queer things in the streets. Many of them I have never seen before, and Mary explains them to me as politely as if I were a human being. Her nurse went with us one day, and her mama went the other days. On account of little Mary's delicate health, she is always kept out of doors in the morning, while the sun is nice and warm, and she does lessons in the afternoon. This morning, when we started to drive, she said, Blackface, suppose we go and call on your relatives. Now, I thought this was a perfectly sweet thing for her to say, so I mewed my approval, and Mary spoke to her nurse, and the nurse told the coachman to drive us to Mrs. Darleys. Oh, how my heart beat when I saw that big green hall door. Just as soon as Gritty, the housemaid, opened it, I sprang out of the carriage and was into the house like a flash. Up the steps and into the sitting room I went. There they were, all on the window seat, all the deer cats basking in the warm spring sunlight. I jumped in the midst of them. Didn't I give them a fright? My dear mother uttered a little cry. My father drew himself up severely, and Serena forgot her fine manners for once, and gave me a smart cuff. Isn't that like Blackface, Mew Jimmy Dory? But I'll make her say I beg pardon, and he took me around by the neck with his two paws till I squealed. Well, my dear kitten, said my father, when we had all got ourselves straightened out. How are you, and how are you getting on? This was a very proud moment for me. Of course, I had been dreadfully homesick away from them all, but still it was worth going through everything to come back and be treated with so much consideration. They were all actually sitting around, waiting for me to speak. Now, that had never happened to me before in my short life, and I licked my lips and tried to speak slowly, so as to make the pleasure last. To begin with, I drawled. I have nearly died of loneliness away from you all. Oh, quit that, said Jimmy Dory. Tell us about your adventures. We saw the boy grab you. Now, go on. Mrs. Darley didn't tell half enough when she came from the cat's home. I began from the beginning. I told them about the bad boys and the good old man and the good young one, and the cat's home, and my dear little Mary Denfil. Then I said anxiously, Have you missed me? No one said a word, but my mother began to polish off my head just as she had done every day since I was a tiny kitten. Indeed, the first thing I remember was my mother licking the top of my head. Just now, she polished off one ear, she polished off the other, she made me lower my head so she could get at the back of my neck, and as she licked, I was comforted. My dear mother had missed me if the others hadn't. My father was clearing his throat. Well, you see, he said, with a proud approving glance at me. Cats are attached to their offspring, but they are well pleased to see them settled in life. Comfortably settled, I mean. Now, I should say that your first catastrophe over, you had fallen on your feet. The Denfil's establishment is a very fine one. Are you happy there? Perd my mother in my ear. I am, I mewed softly. At first, I was dreadfully miserable. Then I raised my voice. I am not complaining, I said, addressing my father. That would be ungrateful. Why? I am first in the affections of my little mistress. I believe she likes me better than she does her parents. Hem, hem! growled my father doubtfully while Serena and Chimidori burst out laughing. Well, anyway, I said in some confusion. She just surrounds me with comfort from morning till night. She never leaves me. I go everywhere with her, and there is not another cat about the place. Then there must be dogs, cried Chimidori promptly. And we all love dogs. Oh, yes. Yes, there are dogs. I returned snappishly. But they were kept away from me at first, so they wouldn't frighten me. How many of the detestable creatures have you? Inquired Serena grandly, and she threw up her head and looked at me as if she had glasses on. It is her usual trick. She thinks it is more to pretend that she has a pair of spectacles over at the bridge of her nose. She knows it makes me feel small and kittenish as if I don't know anything. There are two, I said, and I have got used to them already. They are the two best dogs that were ever made. You speak in superlatives, my dear child, purred Serena elegantly. What breed are the creatures? One is a tiny spaniel, I replied crossly, and one is a Saint Bernard. The two breeds I most dislike, murmured Serena. How tiresome, I shall not be able to go to see you. Don't mind her, purred my mother and my ear. She and Jimmy have been contrary and nervous since he left. They miss you very much, and so does your dear father. By the way, I said, I came of the cat Mrs. Darlie brought home to take my place. Jane, she called her. Oh, that vulgar creature, exclaimed Serena, elevating her nose. We soon chased her downstairs. She undertook to fight, but I settled her. She is happier in the kitchen, murmured my mother. She is a peculiar cat. What do you get to eat at your house? inquired Jimmy Dory suddenly and smacking his lips as he spoke. Oh, delicious things, I replied. Cream and nice little bits of fish and cheese and meat, just as tender as possible. And French bread, and I forgot the other things. If that is all, you have not quite as much of a variety as you had here, remarked Serena loftily. The tears came in my eyes. If I had not been such a bad little kitten, perhaps Serena would have thought more of me. Go kiss her, whispered my mother in her sweet, rough voice. That voice always overcomes me. It is hoarse because she has always a sore throat, caught from being out of door so much in the cold. I stepped firmly across Jimmy Dory to the place where Serena lay lashing her tail in the sunshine. Then I bent over her and licked one of her pretty paws. That pleased her. Serena would like to be a queen of cats. She didn't say a word. She didn't speak of forgiving me for going away, or going to see me. But she lay and looked at this thought I had licked. That meant that she did really forgive me. Serena knew I loved her, but she always said I made her nervous. Come, have a wrestle, exclaimed Jimmy Dory, and he bit my tail to make me spring after him. We were having a glorious rough-and-tumble game, and Mrs. Darley and Mary came in the room. My first impulse was to run to Mary, and I did. She was in an ecstasy. Why, she likes me, the dear little creature. She said, catching me up. She wants to go home with me. I was afraid that she would want to stay with her parents. I looked back at them. I wanted to stay, and yet I didn't. I had caught out into the world, and it was interesting. My mother and father and Jimmy Dory gazed curiously at little Mary, but they did not get up to speak to her. They cared nothing for her. Mrs. Darley was their mistress, and their eyes rested lovingly on her. But Serena went up and smelled the rich fur on her coat. Cats are very comfortable creatures, said my little mistress, fondling me. They don't worry us, and they creep up to us when we are in trouble. My dear little mistress, how could I run away from her? And today, as she was about to leave Mrs. Darley's, I nestled very closely in her arms. Goodbye, pussies, she said politely to the window seat. Goodbye, Mrs. Darley. And now, blackface, we must get out in the sunshine or the nurse will be impatient. I mewed apologetically to my family. My mother's eyes rested on me, followed me downstairs, were fixed on me through the window as I was taken into the carriage. They are very speaking eyes. She didn't want me to leave her. She was telling me to take care of myself, to be cautious with the dogs, to come soon again to see her. Oh, I read a great deal in those eyes. While their cats must suffer a good deal. After we left Mrs. Darley's this morning, Mary and I had a lovely drive. Then we came home for lunch and had lessons in the afternoon. Mary was considerably worried about the cat on the common. This afternoon there was a sharp wind, and when Mary saw her come out toward dusk and go skulking from tree to tree as her habit is, she got one of the maids to go out with some food in a basket. The poor cat ran like the wind and Mary's face fell. No one can catch her. There would be no use in sending the good agent after her who caught me, for we would not know where to tell him to go. I made up my mind what I would do and I saw how my little mistress was grieved. I would get that cat for her. So this evening after dinner when Mary went into the library to have a little chat with her papa, I slipped out into the hall. If I could get out through that big hall door, I would be able to run out on the common. I hid behind a curtain and wait him. Soon a ring came at the doorbell. The young man's servant, Anthony, came sauntering through the hall. He opened the door, took a note from a boy, and while he was looking at the address and the boy was looking at him, I crept by them both. Neither saw me and I sprang down the steps across the pavement into the street over the other sidewalk and down more steps to the common. Oh, how dark and cold it was in spite of the bright light sparkling everywhere. How different from the Denvils warm house. Was I frightened? No, I was not. Something rose in me, something that was all joy. I loved the darkness because it was like a big safe covering over me. Boys could not see me now, nor dogs, and I could see them. I was not a bit afraid, but I was cold and I would like to finish my work and get into the house again. Meow, meow, I said tentatively and I walked down the pond. The strange pussy was not there. Meow, I said again and I went through a big elm that was a favorite hiding place of hers. She did not answer me and I had to conceal myself for a minute until two young men passed. For a long time I went from tree to tree but there was not a sound. Then I gave up calling and I began to talk cat talk to myself. I wish I could find that poor creature. I would like to do something for her. If she knew what a good home I would lead her to, she would come to me. Oh, meow, meow, I am so sorry for her. I paused for an instant to listen to a distant fire alarm. Then I got up and began to stretch myself. I might as well go home. Just then I thought I heard a faint sound. Meow, I said encouragingly. Meow said a very small voice. A very small, thin voice. Meow, I said more loudly. Don't be afraid, I'm only a kitten. Meow, meow. She would not come to me and I began to investigate. There she was under the shadow of the bank. A crouching grey creature. Too terrified to move and yet all ready to spring away. I'm only a kitten, I said again. As this springs kitten. Don't be so frightened. Have boys chased you? The whole world chases me, she said in a faint voice. Well, I won't chase you. Can't you come nearer? Nope. Are you hungry? I asked, keeping my distance. Not very. I had a sparrow yesterday. It was thumpish and fell out of a tree. My little mistress has been watching you from her window, I said. She sent some food out to you today but you ran away. I was scared, said the cat shiveringly. I thought the woman wanted to put me in that basket. Suppose she had. She would have carried you to a good home. A man put me in a basket once and took me home. Then he tried to murder me but I hopped out the window, she said in a dreadful voice. Well, no one in our house would try to kill you. I would like to do something for you. Will you follow me home? I ain't got no acquaintance with you. I was silent for a few seconds planning what to do for her. I could not see her very plainly for she kept herself well in the background. But I could see enough to make me half sick with pity. She was skin and bone and her eyes were the most terrified things I had ever seen. Will you wait here a few minutes? I said at last. I know where I can get you a nice chicken bone. I'll run and find it and come to you as quickly as I can. And she said faintly Don't move then and I'll get you one. I returned and I sped away. Thinking it over I wonder now I had patience. I, who am supposed to be so impatient to go back to the house to wait till the door has opened and then to sneak in. Find the bone that I had secreted in a corner of Mary's room, seize it in my mouth, sculpt downstairs wait for another ring at the bell and dash out again. Well, I did it and I laid the bone down near the cat. Then I went off a little way and one of the most beautiful sounds I have heard so far in my short life was her hungry teeth crunching that bone. There was a good deal of meat on it and of course she ate that first but the bone went too. She put her head first on one side and then on the other till she cracked it all to pieces. Did that taste nice? I asked when she had finished. I thankfully licked her lips. It's the first square meal I ever had. Do you call that square? I asked in dismay. Why, it's only a first course but I can't bring you anymore tonight while you wait here tomorrow night for me. I don't know, she said timidly. Please come, I said. I'll bring you a nice piece of meat maybe beef steak. Her mouth watered and I saw I had conquered her. Will you come alone? she asked. Stark alone. Now, good night, my young mistress will be anxious if she misses me. She didn't say good night. She hadn't any manners but what could one expect from such a poor creature and she didn't talk nicely. She is a common low-down thing but is that any reason why she should be left to starve? She is just as good as I am in one way and thinking over the matter as I sit dosing here in my big chair I am glad that I went to see her. I will be sure to go again tomorrow. Little Mary is coming upstairs. I just got home in time. Poor common cat. I wonder how you will sleep. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 of Pussy Blackface The Story of a Kitten and Her Friends This is a Librovach recording. All Librovach recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer. Please visit Librovach.org recording by Shasta Oakland, California. Pussy Blackface The Story of a Kitten and Her Friends by Marshall Saunders Chapter 5 The Cat on the Common For some nights I have been so tired the instant I jumped up on my opera cloak I went right to sleep. No time for thought. No time for a little cat to review the events of her day and wonder whether she had done right or wrong and whether she had made a simpleton of herself or whether she had been very wise. However, there is no need for words in wonderment. I am a foolish, lighthearted, selfish, mischievous kitten. I have always heard that from my birth from dear Serena and I know it without her telling me. My mother has always praised me but I see through her she is so good that she wants to make me good too hear my mother praising anyone, cat, dog or human being it always makes me suspicious of that creature unless it deserves praise the more she gives it. However, I must not dwell on my badness I do not imagine it has a good effect upon me. I will think over the one really kind thing I believe I have done in the course of my short life. Perhaps I did not do it in the best way. However, I did it and to my great joy I sit here dozing and dreaming and occasionally opening my eyes to look at that common cat who at the present moment is under Mary's bed asleep. Yes, I got her here but it was hard work. I'll care pulls one down. I declare I have been just born out with anxiety and secrecy. I hate to do things slightly. Now for days I have had to maneuver first to hide some of my food and to get it out to the cat. The night after my first interview with her all went well. I secured a lovely piece of porterhouse steak I carried it downstairs I hid with it behind the curtain. There were a good many rings at the bell that night and I had no trouble in getting out and getting in. The common cat was in her place behind the bench with her eyes shining like hungry stars. She tore at the food and I watched her with my own mouth watering in sympathy. When she had finished she licked her lips and washed her face and muttered enjoyably that's the stuff it gave me a warm feeling around my heart to see her so satisfied and bidding her to be in the same place the next night I ran home. The next night I had a dreadful time a horrible time it was raining cats and dogs as the saying is only I never saw them. There were very few rings in the bell but at last one came after I had been crouching for half an hour under the thick curtain before the door of the reception room. As I slipped out the front door carrying a key biscuit in my mouth which is the only thing I had been able to hide that day I could hear that was enough to make me nervous and then I kept dropping the biscuit and it got soggy in the rain and by the time I got to the poor cat I was to tell you the truth just a little bit out of temper there you see I said almost throwing the biscuit at her I haven't anything nice for you for as if you would come in the house and throw yourself on the mercy of my young mistress I assure you that she would find a good home for you Oh I Dacent said the poor cat in a terrified way I silently watched her eat the biscuit then I shook the raindrops off myself alas the door was shut and kept shut I crouched close up to it and mewed as loudly as I could for to my grief I could hear Mary and the servants inside calling pussy pussy they did this at intervals for an hour or two then I heard Mr. Denville's deep voice by the hall door tell the child to go to bed her cat is coiled up somewhere asleep and is not want to be disturbed she will appear in the morning oh papa I heard in a well known tearful voice and I knew that little Mary was calling to him over the stair railing my kitty wouldn't stay away from me if she heard me call something has happened to her perhaps she has been stolen said Mrs. Denville for her husband oh why don't they open the door I thought to myself how stupid they are by this time I was very uncomfortable my long hair was dripping with raindrops and I was shivering with cold just when my need was sourced I heard to my delight a command in the familiar deep voice open the door Anthony and look outside Mr. Denville was really a very clever man as Anthony opened the door I sprang inside I just rushed upstairs and wept and bedraggled as I was my dear little mistress caught me in her arms I was dried by the fire and put to bed and next morning at the breakfast table there was a great deal of talk about pussy and how she got out of doors she never never would go out herself said little Mary shaking her pretty head her boiled egg never mama blackface hates the street some naughty person must have stolen her and she ran away from him and came back home oh how I shall watch her after this I was sitting close by her feet under the breakfast table and her decision filled me with dismay how was I to get food to the poor common cat that night I could not do it I was not left alone for one instant and the food I hid and tried to take under the bed was found and thrown to the sparrows I was in a fine plight however I had to go to bed and sleep as well as I could the next night which was tonight I had better luck Mary's back was turned for a few minutes after dinner I ran like a fox to the hall and got behind the curtain during the day I had managed to put a little piece of mutton there not a very large piece for a well fed cat but a good hearty meal for a cat that didn't know what it was to go to bed with a full stomach this evening there were plenty of rings at the bell and I soon slipped out to my surprise the big Saint Barnard web dog Mona who is usually in the back yard was sitting on the steps close to the door the dogs are very friendly to me both this big one and the little one I acted a little silly at first and used to put up my back whenever I saw them but this big creature came up to me one day and said you little simpleton put your back down I am here to protect you if any dog sprang at you I would shake him tell him he didn't know whether he was a dog or a doormat you might as well be friends but then she touched me their great Muslim after that we were friends and seeing her on the steps this evening gave me courage until I reflected that the size of her great body would frighten the poor common cat to death if she should see her so I would not enter into conversation but step softly down the steps carrying the mutton between my teeth Mona stretched out her thick neck and sniffed at me you foolish cat are you going through the street with that bait in your mouth something will catch you nothing will I said in a voice muffled by the mutton and I went on toward the common Mona followed me slowly what was I to do I turned and instead of going right on the common went deliberately down Beacon street toward Charles street we must have looked rather ridiculous I can't help laughing when I think of it I, a small sized cat walking solemnly along the middle of the street holding a piece of meat and the huge dog stepping carefully after me when we got to Charles street I turned to the right then I suddenly sprang back flew to the common and ran up the hill again I am a pretty swift runner but that dreadful dog kept me in sight and at last I stopped I dare not to go near the cat with this big creature in tow opposite the house we both sat down on the gravel walk of the common and stared at each other Mona was panting heavily her fur is so long and thick that she gets hot in a flash you're up to some mischief she said costly cats are sly anyway I laid the piece of mutton and I was wondering how they would act in the agri-vite pause cats are not sly they are hunted and chased and have to act sly but in reality they are as open and honest as dogs very well she said sarcastically it's a matter of opinion are you going to tag me all night I inquired I repeated an aggravating rhyme I know take tag rig a jag get your news and put in a bag watch your neighbor spin a tail you'll earn your name without any fail Mona didn't care for this but merely went on licking her paws she looked very handsome she lay on the path right she has a lovely yellow and white body and big brown eyes I dazed all round the common at the walks and the people and the trees and the glitter of lights in the fine buildings on Cremont street it was a beautiful spring evening and the air was like bomb but my heart how was I to get rid of the big dog spy spy open your eye something nice is going by I said tantalizingly Mona never looked at me she had a great deal of dignity and she just went on licking her paws I could not insult her what should I do something flashed into my mind a saying of my mother when you were in midst of difficulties blackface and don't know which way to turn nothing will help you like telling the truth to some kind friend oh no I said abruptly I want you to help me that's what I'm doing she said shortly you're not I said petulently you're bothering me I was told to watch you foolish kitten she said and I'm going to do it you were told to watch me I repeated in astonishment who told you to do it Mr. Denville he said Mona, good dog there is some mystery in the cat's disappearance every evening when it gets dark I want you to take up your position on the front doorstep see that no suspicious person gets in or out I was very much interested I suppose if any bad man stole me and put me in this pocket you would smell me I'd smell one of your hairs said Mona, calm me what's a dog's scent for you've got a nose of your own you understand yes I do I said that I went on Mona no one tried to steal me I know that you're up to some mischief of your own and I'm going to find out what it is I'll tell you I went up close to her and sat between her great paws don't touch that mutton Mona it's for my friend have you ever seen that poor homeless cat here on this common yes I've seen her have you ever chased her when I chase sick cats I'll have less to do Mona contentiously well I went on she is dreadfully unhappy and almost star little Mary has worried so much about her that I resolved to do something to ease her mind and lately I've been running out the scraps for the homeless creature yesterday our little mistress took her from her window and she was so pleased where she noticed that the poor wretch did not look so thin I do believe she said joyful that the common cat has found a friend why don't you bring her to the house ask Mona suspiciously she won't come she is fearful of everything if she saw you she would be frightened to death why doesn't Miss Mary come out and close her in she has tried Mona the cat is shy beyond description and runs away from human beings and all this time she is waiting for her supper and I looked at a piece of mutton I'm going to keep you in sight said Mona gargantly I didn't know what to do and had to stop and think for a while Mona I said at last I know you like to please our little mistress now give me one chance you go down to the corner of Charles street where the poor cat can't see you or smell you and I will go to her with this piece of meat I will say this is the last scrap I can bring you I am watched and after tonight I shall not be able to come out I am deceiving my little mistress and deception is hateful to me if you won't follow me to the house where I assured you you will meet with a warm welcome I must lead you to your fate I hate deception too said Mona getting up and in order to please you I must disobey Mr. Denville for he's told me not to let you out of my sight however for this once I will give in but mind no cat tricks if you come out one more night I'll dog you oh thank you thank you Mona I said and I bounded away while she slowly sauntered down Beacon street went round the corner and sat on Charles street I knew she would keep her word but I must not make her wait too long that Mr. Denville came to the door and Mona could not explain if he should send Anthony in search of her and she was discovered away down at the corner she would be in disgrace Mona was really doing a great deal for me and Mr. Denville was doing a great deal for me and having Mona on the front steps usually she was strictly forbidden to go there she was so large that the Denvils were afraid she would terrify callers she was such a noble creature that Mr. Denville knew she understood perfectly well whatever he told her to do yes Mona was very good and I thought of her every minute as I rushed toward my poor friend's hiding place I did hope that Mr. Denville would have gentlemen callers so that he would not think about the task he had set his dog when I look back on this evening I wonder that my strength held out my strength and my patience I had a trying time with Mona I had a worse one with the cat in fact I had a horrible time of course I could not get a word into her ear feel she ate her meat her table manners were atrocious and when she was eating she cracked her jaws and growled to herself and was absolutely deaf and dumb to every sound with that of her own eating she knew I was on guard so she did not listen for noises herself up to enjoyment well when she finished I began to speak hurriedly at first she would not hear a word of my plan no, no she would stay in the common and die you'll miss your vitals I said sharply actually the only way to approach her was through her appetite pictures of the Denville's table she asked if they had any mice no, no I said not a mouse then I perceived I had offended her she said she liked mice and rats better than anything else I shuddered but I kept on with my coaxing I'll tell you what you can do I said you can try it keep in my shadow tonight creep in the front door come upstairs and get under the bed if you don't like it tomorrow night I'll get you out again I'd rather try the yarn she said very unexpectedly I was so pleased that I did not know what to do she was giving way she was actually thinking about coming but there were dogs in the yard Mona and the spaniel slept there in beautiful kennels I paused a minute and she said sharply be there dogs there now just here I did a dreadful thing I was so anxious to get her that I told a lie if I had time to think about it I wouldn't have done it but her question was sprung on me and before I knew what I was saying my wicked little tongue had just tripped off the words no, we have no dogs I was punished though and pretty quickly too she looked dreadfully disappointed and muttered dogs is a protection again cats licks me and you can run from dogs but cats is as quick as you be oh forgive me forgive me I cried we have got dogs two of the noblest creatures that ever lived she turned very quickly toward me the ghostly looking creature under the bench then you've been lying I told one lie I said pitifully only one little lie I was so anxious to please you was that lies about what you have to eat she went on shrewdly no, no I repeated desperately everything was true but the dog part if you come you see for yourself she still held out she settled down under the seat as if she were going to stay there all night and I grew desperate motive would get tired of her long wake I'll have to go I said oh do come do come and see what a lovely little mistress I have why she will pet you like a baby a strange cat said nothing she just sat there tears in my eyes I turned to leave her if if I possibly can I said over my shoulder I'll try to come out to you occasionally and bring you something but I may not be able to do so oh how I hate to leave you I suppose she felt gratified at my reluctance to go she said nothing poor soul I suppose her feelings are deadened I was creeping slowly and sadly away when I heard just one tiny sound behind me something was touching the gravel softly I turned around she was following me I could have screamed at the top of my voice but I stifled the sound that was struggling to come up my throat something told me to go on and not notice her I did and she kept on after me I crept up the steps to the street and looked back she was still behind I waved my tail encouragingly I did not dare mew some people were coming up the sidewalk I ran across the street to our own pavement and she came stealing after me then I hid down in the corner by the yard gate I don't know where she went I thought I had lost her and my heart sank into my paws I was perfectly exhausted and I had had all trouble for nothing I closed my tired eyes for an instant I am only a kitten and I had endured enough to tire an old cat something glided near me I started there she was not touching me not speaking but as far from me as she could get in the obscurity of the gate leading to the yard we sat there a long time neither moving nor looking at each other every instant I was afraid that I should see Mona coming up the street but the good old creature did not come finally a carriage drove up to the door and some ladies in evening dresses got out I remembered now hearing the servants say that there was to be a dinner party that evening I glanced significantly at my poor friend we too had a splendid chance to get in alongside of those white skirts I went first and a common cat followed me what nerve she had when she once made up her mind to do a thing in two minutes we had glided up under little Mary's bed lie down quickly I said and by and by I will get you something more to eat then I sprang out for I could hear Mary calling pussy pussy come to bed pussy where are you she was not worried about me but she knew that Mona was watching and she felt sure that I was somewhere in the house then she had had a little friend in to spend the afternoon in part of the evening with her so she had not missed me now the little girl had gone and Mary was getting ready for bed I lay down on my chair I was so tired that I did not know what to do but I must not forget the poor thing under the bed her appetite was not satisfied yet after a while Mary went to sleep and I crept downstairs the rooms were all lighted and the doors were open so I had no trouble getting to the pantry later on lovely things to eat were going to be served I stole a sandwich when no one was looking and ran upstairs with it how are you I asked after I had crept under the bed and dropped it before the poor cat she did not reply till she had disposed of the sandwich then she said it smarts me tome I want water come to Mary's bathroom I said no one will see you I ain't afraid she said calmly there's no one going to bite here now I said quite unfriendly aren't you glad you came she gave me a queer look and without saying a word I crept a little water and went under the bed and here I sit dead tired nearly asleep but so happy that I don't know what to do that poor dear unmanorly thing is safe safe from dogs and cats and persecution and hunger and sleep and fat in some good home I hope she has no disease oh dear what a frightful thought suppose I should bring anything dreadful home to my dear little mistress I will just crawl under the bed and ask her please stranger have you any disease no simply I haven't been living with humans for a year that is all right and now I think of it I have never smelt any sickness about her she is only thin and dirty good night pussy stranger I hope you will sleep well she doesn't hear me perhaps she has already dropped off oh I wonder what dear little Mary will say to her and how I shall introduce them End of chapter 5