Lill. — A Spring Orgy 



YESTERDAY the children called me to see 

 an amusing exhibition that breathes the 

 spirit of spring. The house cat, fat and 

 lazy, had found a little patch of catnip 

 that had started showing signs of growth. He was 

 biting at it as if he were going to eat grass like 

 an ox. After he managed to get some fragments 

 of leaves into his mouth and had swallowed them 

 he lay down and began to roll over. He kicked 

 his legs into the air, rolled around, wallowed and 

 otherwise acted foolishly. The catnip seemed to fill 

 him with a spring madness that induced all kinds 

 of foolish excesses. Finally he jumped into the air 

 with the playfulness of a kitten and rushed around 

 the corner of the house, switching his tail and acting 

 as if he had renewed his youth. By the way, I may 

 as well record an observation about this cat while 

 I am at it. He is inclined to be pampered in the 

 matter of food, for he is always around begging 

 when any one is eating, but in spite of this fact he 



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