74 Pussy Meow 
miserably strangled to death, before any one came 
to her rescue. 
On pleasant Sunday afternoons Guy brings the 
porch rug and cushions out in the yard, and then 
we have what we look forward to during the whole 
week, a long visit from our mistress. 
Sometimes mistress takes us for a walk, and I 
never shall forget one pleasant moonlight evening 
when we went out with mistress and another lady. 
It was on a street that had no houses on it, only 
tall grass and catnip, and we were playing a game 
of hide and go seek, when suddenly mistress called 
us to her and picked up Toddy and me. She tried 
to get Budge, too, but he was a little stubborn ; in- 
stead of coming to her, he ran to the middle of the 
street, where a gentleman was riding, accompanied 
by a big dog. In an instant the air was full of 
howls, hisses, growls and fur, and Budge and the 
dog were all mixed up in a cloud of dust. I 
wanted to go too, but mistress held me so tightly I 
could not get away. 
The gentleman alighted from his wheel and 
called “ Hector,” but the poor dog could not get 
away just then. When he finally became disen- 
tangled he drew his tail very tightly between his 
