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“solid comfort.” He is a most sagacious, affectionate little fellow 
some seven or eight years old. One of his “ specialties” is con- 
ing that cats are ever privileged to know. But here is his 
little story. 
A year ago last August he was taken to town, two miles away, 
/ Nothing 
and we all supposed that dear little “Peter” 
“ By the wayside fell and perished, 
Wearied with the march of life 1” 
Late one November evening, however, his mistress heard and 
Scognized his “ voice” out in the garden. But he had been so 
| is without a home, following such devious, hidden ways, that 
re caution of feral life had well nigh come back to him, and 
miii half afraid to come directly into the house. But a 
Persuasion finally overcame whatever doubts were flitting 
rough is little brain, and he allowed himself to be caught. 
kei getting into the house he was the most pleased, overjoyed 
Pomel ever saw. He talked, and talked, and talked, and “an- — 
: hiling questions ” until at last his vocal organs utterly gave out, 
to utter any sound whatever, and he could only open his 
i ight and pleasure, and settle down to his normal condi- 
ook demure, cat life. 
- partes fetum he was in good physical condition, but without a 
> trained is muscles were plump and round, like those 
he athlete, and it was evident that on his long march for 
i a lived upon such meat as he could catch—birds, mice, 
y Squirrels, &c. But the question was, How did he reach 
could y the bridges, or did he come around the bend ? 
box, and mug ow the way home, for he was carried off ina 
By shee, USt have been all this time wandering here and there. 
est one ed luck he finally achieved the object of his long 
= few hours before the first winter “blizzard” came 
Over the prairies, If his talk were only a little more in- 
