Concerning Still Other People's Cats 



the north woods had devoured her. All we knew 

 was that she had vanished; but when memory pic- 

 tures that pleasant country home and the dear circle 

 there, white-throated Beauty is always sleeping by 

 the fire." 



Miss Fidelia Bridges, the artist, is another devoted 

 cat lover, and at her home at Canaan, Ct., has had 

 several interesting specimens. 



" Among my many generations of pet cats," says 

 Miss Bridges, " one aristocratic maltese lady stands 

 out in prominence before all the rest. She was a 

 cat of great personal beauty and independence of 

 character — a remarkable huntress, bringing in game 

 almost as large as herself, holding her beautiful head 

 aloft to keep the great wings of pigeons from trailing 

 on the ground. She and her mother were fast friends 

 from birth to death. When the young maltese had 

 her first brood of kittens, her mother had also a 

 family in another barrel in the cellar. When we 

 went to see the just-arrived family, we found our 

 Lady Malty's bed empty, and there in her mother's 

 barrel were both families and both mothers. A 

 delightful arrangement for the young mother, who 

 could leave her children in the grandmother's care 

 and enjoy her liberty when it pleased her to roam 

 abroad. The young lady had an indomitable will, 

 and when she decided to do a thing nothing would 

 turn her aside. She found a favorite resting-place 

 on a pile of blankets in a dark attic room. This 



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