The Slum Cat 
she had a sense of ownership, and at once re- 
sented the presence of another small Cat. She 
approached this newcomer with threatening air. 
The two had got as far as snarling and spitting 
when a bucket of water from an upper window 
drenched them both and effectually cooled 
their wrath. They fled, the newcomer over the 
wall, Slum Kitty under the very box where 
she had been born. This whole back region ap- 
pealed to her strongly, and here again she took 
up her abode. The yard had no more garbage 
food than the other and no water at all, but it 
was frequented by stray Rats and a few Mice of 
the finest quality; these were occasionally se- 
cured, and afforded not only a palatable meal, 
but were the cause of her winning a friend. 
IV 
Kitty was now fully grown. She was a strik- 
ing-looking Cat of the tiger type. Her marks 
were black on a very pale gray, and the four 
beauty-spots of white on nose, ears, and tail-tip 
lent a certain distinction. She was very expert 
at getting a living, and yet she had some days of 
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