The Slum Cat 
and she made no attempt to get away, probably 
because she had witnessed the fight. There is 
nothing like success in warfare to win the 
female heart, and thereafter the Yellow Tom 
and Kitty became very good friends, not shar- 
ing each other’s lives or food,—Cats do not do 
that way much,—but recognizing each other 
as entitled to special friendly privileges. 
V 
September had gone. October’s shortening 
days were on when an event took place in the 
old cracker-box. If Orange Billy had come 
he would have seen five little Kittens curled up 
in the embrace of their mother, the little Slum 
Cat. It was a wonderful thing for her. She 
felt all the elation an animal mother can feel, 
all the delight, and she loved them and licked 
them with a tenderness that must have been a 
surprise to herself, had she had the power to 
think of such things. 
She had added a joy to her joyless life, but 
she had also added a care and a heavy weight 
to her heavy load. All her strength was taken 
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