A CAT-ASTROPHE. 



There are many fine people to be 

 seen on Fifth avenue, on a fine day : 

 stately dames and lovely maidens, 

 pretty children tripping along dain- 

 tily, and grave old gentlemen leaning 

 on their gold-headed canes. But no 

 people, young or old, were ever 

 finer or more majestic than Mr 

 and Mrs. Dog, when they 

 went out for a 



walk one bright 

 May morning. 

 Mr. Dog wore a 

 bright green cut- 

 away coat, yellow 

 Nankeen trou- 

 sers, a tall hat, 

 and patent-leath- 

 er shoes ; and 

 with his gold- 

 bowed spectacles, a flower in his button-hole, and a curl in his 

 tail, he looked quite the gentleman; while Mrs. Dog was really 

 splendidly dressed, in a blue silk gown, a straw bonnet of the 

 newest shape, with blue ostrich feathers in it, and bronze kid 

 slippers. Little Tray, their dear and only child, a most sweet and 

 charming puppy, wore kilts and a Scotch cap, and hoped that he 

 might be taken for a grown-up Scotch terrier. 



IN^ow, as this happy and united family walked slowly along, well 

 pleased with themselves and each other and everything else, it 

 happened that they met a vagrant cat. This cat was sitting on the 

 curbstone, sunning herself, as the Dog family approached. She was 

 evidently a wretched, low creature, with no manners whatever ; for 

 she had no clothes save her own smutty, dusty black coat, and she 

 was eating a mouse, which no well-bred cat ever does in public, as 



