The Slum Cat 
“ Hyar, Pussy, Puss, Puss, Puss!” It seemed 
very good, but Pussy had her doubts of the 
man. At length he laid the meat on the pave- 
ment, and went back to the door. Slum Kitty 
came forward very warily; sniffed at the meat, 
seized it, and fled like a little Tigress to eat her 
prize in peace. 
LIFE IV 
XI 
This was the beginning of a newera. Pussy 
came to the door of the building now when- 
ever pinched by hunger, and the good feeling 
for the negro grew. She had never under- 
stood that man before. He had always seemed 
hostile. Now he was her friend, the only one 
she had. 
One week she had a streak of luck. Seven 
good meals on seven successive days; and right 
on the top of the last meal she found a juicy 
dead Rat, the genuine thing, a perfect windfall. 
She had never killed a full-grown Rat in all her 
lives, but seized the prize and ran off to hide 
it for future use. She was crossing the street 
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