] 06 Pussy Meow 
“ And is she there yet ? ” asked Aunt Minnie. 
“ No,” said mistress. “ She lived there seven 
years, and then grandpa went to live on another 
farm. On the day they moved he put her into a 
bag to take her to the new house ; but, instead of 
putting her into a closed room until she recovered 
from the excitement caused by the removal, he 
opened the bag in the yard, and she ran away as 
fast as she could. 
“ Some months later grandpa learned that she 
had gone back to the old place ; for on the morn- 
ing after the new family moved in, they found 
her lying in her cheese box, very ill and unable to 
move, and on that same day she died. She had 
traveled three miles and crossed a wide creek in 
order to reach her old home.” 
When I heard this story I remembered mistress’ 
remark on that first morning, that I looked like 
“ Meow,” and it dawned upon me why I was given 
that name. And having become acquainted with 
grandpa I was glad to be named after an animal 
that had given him so much pleasure, and I was 
more determined than ever to be a good and useful 
cat. That’s why I never beg when I sit at the 
table, and very often when mistress has finished I 
