SOMETHING ABOUT TOMMY. 



Tommy, as we call our cat, was born in the stable. But he did 

 not care to stay in his nursery, with the horses. When he was quite 

 a wee kitten he began to follow us about the garden. 



As he grew stronger and bigger he would run quite a long way 

 after us. When we went for a walk through the fields on summer 



evenings he used to 



follow till he was tired, 



and then he would sit down 



and say, "Mew, mew," which meant 



" Please carry me, some one." If no 



one would cany hira he would sit there till we came back, and then 



follow us to the house. 



