THE CAT. 
Our poor old Cat is dead ! She was very old, and 
for some time past has not been well. We made 
her a bed of hay by the fire, and she lay on it all 
day, and was fed with soft meat and milk, for we 
were very fond of her : but, at last, she died of old 
age. I am to have a new Cat now that she is gone : 
I have seen her ; she is at a farm a long way from 
here, more than a mile. She will come here in a 
few days, and I hope she will not find her way 
back, for I hear that Cats are very apt to go back 
to any home that they know well. I shall be very- 
glad to see Miss Puss, as she will kill the mice and 
