foot touched him there was a slight movement of 

 her head and a look of satisfaction. These climbs 

 usually ended by her scratching in the long hair 

 of his tail, and then nestling down into it. 



" One day I was surprised to see her kiss Rex. 

 When I told my family of this, they laughed 

 heartily and were unable to believe me. Later, we 

 all witnessed this pretty sight many times. She 

 seemed to prefer to kiss him when he was lying 

 down, with his head raised a little above the 

 floor. Finding him in this position, she would 

 walk beside him, reach up and kiss his face again 

 and again, all the time cooing softly to him. 



" Toward spring Bob's feathers became dull 

 and somewhat ragged, and with the warm days 

 came our decision to let her go outside. She was 

 delighted to scratch in the loose earth around the 

 rosebushes, and eagerly fed on the insects she 

 found there. Her plumage soon took on its natural 

 trimness and freshness. She did not show any 

 inclination to leave, and with Rex by her or 

 near her, we felt that she was safe from cats, so 

 we soon allowed her to remain out all day long. 



" Passers-by often stopped to watch Bob and 

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