MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



furnishing her breakfast took away pussy's 

 breath, or whether my violent gesticula- 

 tions and " shoos " paralyzed her, I cannot 

 say, but, at any rate, there she sat regard- 

 ing him, and there he stood admiring her, 

 until I went up to him and rescued him. 



The cat question was one that I was com- 

 pelled to confront, or at least to consider, 

 every day of our outings. I always went on 

 the supposition that there might be hungry 

 felines lying in wait for my little charges; 

 and only when they were either safe in a 

 tree or fairly under my hand, did I feel se- 

 cure from cat onslaughts. 



Of one thing I became convinced as I 

 watched these gaunt quadrupeds; their 

 skins 'hanging loosely, their sides suggest- 

 ing the possibility of clapping together 

 from sheer emptiness, as they prowled 

 around with quivering jaws and suppressed 

 staccato meows in search of such creatures 

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