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Pussy Meow 
Kate the horse, were out in the pasture. Elsa had 
large brown eyes and a beautiful brown coat with a 
white star on her forehead, and she was very gentle. 
Guy generally rubbed her back and sides and shooed 
off the flies while grandma milked her, and we cats 
were always on hand at milking time. Just as soon 
as grandma had finished she would always pour 
some milk into our saucer, and it tasted just about 
like our city milkman’s cream. (Once when Guy 
came home from school he filled my saucer out of 
the cream pail, and that’s how I know what city 
cream tastes like.) 
Elsa had once been the queen of a large milk- 
herd, and she seemed very proud of her old Swiss 
cow-bell which always hung at her neck, suspended 
from a leather strap. Whenever it was time to 
bring her in from the pasture, grandma or Guy 
would take a little bucket containing salt, and stand 
up on the fence and show it to Elsa. Then as 
soon as she saw it she would come right along ; 
and, of course, she was always given some salt as 
soon as she reached the barnyard. 
It was Kate that brought us out from the steam- 
boat landing on that dreadfully hot summer day. 
There was no real hard work for her to do on the 
