The Slum Cat 
his tail twitched, and a faint, deep sound came 
from his throat. ‘The Kitten innocently walked 
toward him. She did not remember him. He 
rubbed the sides of his jaws on a post, and 
quietly, slowly turned and disappeared. The 
last that she saw of him was the end of his tail 
twitching from side to side; and the little Slum- 
mer had no idea that she had been as near 
death to-day, as she had been when she ven- 
tured into the fox-cage. 
As night came on the Kitten began to feel 
hungry. She examined carefully the long in- 
visible colored stream that the wind is made of. 
She selected the most interesting of its strands, 
and, nose-led, followed. In the corner of the 
iron-yard was a box of garbage. Among this 
she found something that answered fairly well 
for food; a bucket of water under a faucet of- 
fered a chance to quench her thirst. 
The night was spent chiefly in prowling about 
and learning the main lines of the iron-yard. 
The next day she passed as before, sleeping in 
the sun. Thus the time wore on. Sometimes 
she found a good meal at the garbage-box, 
sometimes there was nothing. Once she found 
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