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jump from my chair up to her shoulder and kiss 
her cheek. Sometimes I can hardly wait till she 
gets through. 
But I am very sorry that Meow left grandpa in 
such a hasty manner, and no doubt the good old 
man thought she was a poor homeless cat until 
he heard of her death. I would not be afraid at 
any place to which Guy or mistress might take me, 
as long as they were with me. 
Having heard the history of Meow, my name- 
sake, Aunt Minnie wanted to know what had be- 
come of Old Blackie. 
“ Old Blackie,” said mistress, “ came to a very 
sad end. During my absence I had my milkman 
leave milk for her every day, and my butcher 
brought her meat regularly ; I also left a dozen 
cans of salmon so that Blackie and her kittens 
could have one every week. A/ter we had been 
gone about two months, the little girl wrote that 
Blackie had died, and that she had found homes 
for all the kittens but one, which she would like to 
keep herself. Upon my return home I learned 
that Blackie’s death was due to gangrene poison- 
ing, caused by eating salmon that had been left in 
the can after opening.” 
