THE CAT 



with his two soft paws — never by any mistake 

 scratching — her outstretched wrist ; and so would 

 remain suspended while he delicately nibbled from 

 between her fingers her edible offering. For her, 

 he would make an almost painfully real pretence 

 of being a dead cat ; extending liimself upon the 

 rug with an exaggeratedly death-like rigidity, — ■ 

 and so remaining until her command to be alive 

 again brought him briskly to rub himself, rising 

 on his hind legs and purring mellowly, against her 

 comfortable knee. 



Madame Jolicoeur's Cat. 



Thomas A. Janviee. 



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