9 2 Pussy Meow 
to be a very affectionate cat, and now we feel as 
though we could not do without him. Often when 
I am sewing he sits on my shoulders, and he used 
to have a fashion of pulling pins out of my waist 
with his teeth and drop them on the floor. But 
one day he pulled out a crooked pin and swallowed 
it, and by the way he acted we thought Jack would 
not be with us much longer. A raw egg, however, 
seemed to do him good, and in a few days he was 
all right again ; but he has never pulled out any 
more pins.” 
Jack and I with Budge and Toddy had been 
lying in our sunny bay window, but while his mis- 
tress was still talking we two got up and went out 
into the yard. Jack went straight to Betsy’s grave 
and sniffed around a while, then he mounted the 
fence and showed me the shortest cut over to his 
house, and he also invited me to visit his catnip 
bed, in which he turned several somersaults. Then 
he led the way through the cellar window up into 
the house, and in the library beside the fireplace 
was his basket, a beautiful willow trimmed with red 
ribbons, and a soft cushion inside. Jack told me 
that was his “ corner.” After a while we went out- 
doors again, and he showed me how far he could 
