CHAPTER II 

 HIS KITTENHOOD 



KITTLE Graycoat developed 

 much faster than his Kitten 

 foster-brother. The spirit of 

 play was rampant in him, he 

 8 &LZ1 Z~= ^ would scramble up his moth- 

 er's leg a score of times a day, clinging on 

 with teeth, arms and claws, then mount 

 her back and frisk along to climb her up- 

 right tail; and when his weight was too 

 much, down the tail would droop, and he 

 would go merrily sliding off the tip to 

 rush to her legs and climb and toboggan 

 off again. The Kitten never learned the 

 trick. But it seemed to amuse the Cat 

 almost as much as it did the Squirrelet, 

 and she showed an amazing partiality 



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