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directly after breakfast, both had the whole room 
again to run in till evening - , and while the weather 
was cold spent most of their time sitting or sleep- 
ing in front of the fire. 
"Johnnie" would watch the flames for minutes 
at a stretch — intensely watch them, just as 
though he saw there what we could not. He 
became very friendly, and loved to sit on my lap, 
and even when quite big would struggle to find 
room there, but he never once used his claws, or 
the whole time that he was a house pet, even tried 
to hurt me or anyone else. 
When the warm spring days came, I thought 
he should go out on the lawn, so as my study 
window is not two feet from the floor, inside or 
outside, I opened: it wide one afternoon, and pick- 
ing up "The Tortoiseshell Lady" — or "Janie," as 
we (ailed her by then — stepped over the sill and 
out. 
"Johnnie" wanted no asking; he was after 
me and his cat at once. 
For a day or two, when we all three went out, 
he was nervous, but when he got over it, he and 
the kitten would race round the lawn — she up a 
tree — he standing on his hind legs at the bottom 
trying to reach her — then when she did come 
"down, away they went again, such games ! 
He would catch her, perhaps, and hold her 
in his paws, but never roughly. 
One day, I took him down the drive; it was 
nice summer weather then, and we went quite a 
way, when a water-barrel — iron, and on iron 
wheels — carrying water for the cattle, came ratt- 
ling along. 
This was altogether too much for "Johnnie" ! 
For a moment he stood staring at the cart-horses, 
wondering where all the noise came from, then 
turned tail and ran, ran for all he was worth, 
home, and when I and "The Tortoiseshell Lady" 
got there, he had not only jumped in at my study 
window, but into his house, in the corner of the 
room, too ! 
But he grew and got big, and got bold ! 
One of the house dogs used to hunt the cats. 
"Johnnie" had seen him do it on the lawn from 
my study window. 
One morning, " Boss" came into my room, 
"Johnnie" thought, to hunt "The Tortoiseshell 
Lady." Possibly he was right! 
Anyhow, the Irishman received such a fright ! 
he never darkened that door- way again. The 
youngster's love for the kitten was pathetic; he 
couldn't bear her out of his sight. 
"Johnnie" grew and grew, and his house in 
the corner of the room became too small. 
So a new and larger bedroom was ordered. 
It would fill the whole recess and more, but "John- 
nie" was a year now. 
In due course it came home — it was painted 
green — it was a mansion ! I had to clear some of 
the furniture out of my study. 
I was pleased with it, and so was "Johnnie"; 
he lay and rolled in his straw — clean every night 
—and played with "The Tortoiseshell Lady" and 
I said good-night to them and went to bed. I did 
not sleep near the study, but other members of 
the household did. 
In the middle of the night, after much knock- 
ing, I am a sound sleeper, I was awakened by the 
butler. "That lion in your study, sir, is very ill, 
and I should say, in great pain by the way he is 
moaning." I jumped out of bed and set off down 
stairs. Was it the meat he had had for supper, 
or what was causing all the pain? — I could hear 
him moaning clearly enough now. 
"Why, Johnnie lad, what ever's up?" I said 
rushing into the room. 
Then we had the light. 
"Johnnie" was trembling all over, his nose 
pushed tightly between the bars. ' 
"He's got fits!" I heard the man say behind 
me. Certainly, he did stare oddly at one corner 
of the room, and I felt rather at a loss myself. 
"Let's have another light," I said; then I 
followed the direction or his staring eyes. 
"The Tortoiseshell Lady" was sitting over 
there, busy mousing ! 
"Johnnie" was bigger, the bars of the new 
"mansion" were wider apart, she could not resisl 
the mice, and had pushed out between them, 
leaving poor "Johnnie" heart broken! 
The next day, before bed time, wire netting 
went up ! 
