The Slum Cat 
boat sailed in the morning Pussy unwillingly 
went with her and was seen no more. 
II 
The Slum Kitten waited in vain for her mother. 
The morning came and went. She became 
very hungry. ‘Toward evening a deep-laid in- 
stinct drove her forth to seek food. She slunk 
out of the old box, and feeling her way silently 
among the rubbish, she smelt everything that 
seemed eatable, but without finding food. At 
length she reached the wooden steps leading 
down into Jap Malee’s bird-store underground. 
The door was open a little. She wandered 
into a world of rank and curious smells and a 
number of living things in cages all about her. 
A negro was sitting idly on a box in a corner. 
He saw the little stranger enter and watched it 
curiously. It wandered past some Rabbits. 
They paid no heed. It came to a wide-barred 
cage in which was a Fox. The gentleman 
with the bushy tail was in a far corner. He 
crouched low; his eyes glowed. ‘The Kitten 
wandered, sniffing, up to the bars, put its head 
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