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breathing be quite slow and calm, for no rushing about 
seemed to make him breathless. 
His chef-d’ceuvres in the way of antics was to jump about 
a yard in the air, revolve right round, and with a sort of 
corkscrew movement plump right down in the usual crouching 
position. He often uttered a peculiar noise especially when 
in this young stage, a sort of cough, grunt and squeak with 
an exultant note in it. only making this sound when he was 
in quick movement. His slow movements were not at all 
graceful, the unequal length of his legs producing an inelegant 
hobble. With regard to his affection for individuals in the 
house, he had no liking for me. probably the smell of cigarettes 
about my hands or other characteristics was not to his tastes, 
although he was much the same to my boy who had no tobacco 
scent about him. If he did come to us at all, and he certainly 
came to my boy more than to me, it was to drum on, and at. 
11s with his fore paws and give little sharp bites with his lancet 
teeth. He could drum with his fore paws with force and 
rapidity, and his sharp claws made it painful at times, and 
he seemed to like to beat a tattoo on any tambourine or 
similar surface presented to him. 
He treated my little daughter much the same, and was 
very fond of drumming at her short skirts while standing on 
his hind legs, he would also bite and scrab her hair but never 
her face. 
Whether because my wife fed him or not, I cannot say, 
but his affection for her was remarkable. He would come 
invariably at her call, and when she was sitting reading or 
writing would bound from quite a distance into her lap, and 
lie there quite snug and happy, on one occasion for two hours ; 
he would lick her hands with a tongue not nearly so rough 
as a cat’s but rougher than that of a dog. He wouldn’t 
allow any handling of his ears or of his whiskers ; he would, 
while still young, roll over on his back and show his lovely 
white waistcoat, and even lie on his back in my wife’s arms, 
but as he got older he would not tolerate that position. 
He once toboganned downstairs sitting on the skirt of her 
dress, bumping down each step unconcernedly; this. I think. 
