ii6 Pussy Meow 
their breakfast of oats and hay. During all this 
time I sat contentedly in a corner under the man- 
ger, quite forgetful of the unhappy night I had 
passed. 
After a while a boy, about Guy’s age and with 
just such blond, bushy hair, came into the stable, 
followed by an enormous white and yellow St. Ber- 
nard. I was terribly frightened when I saw the 
dog, but I didn’t let him know it ; it isn’t a cat’s 
way, you know. In a jiffy my back went up, and 
my tail took on the shape of a jug handle. But 
the dog didn’t pay a bit of attention to me. He 
lay down calmly and quietly, and in such a dignified 
manner. I said to myself “ here is a real gentle- 
man.” Gradually I moved a little closer to him, 
and lay down also. The boy then came over to 
where I was and said : “ Why, kitty, what is your 
name ? ” 
I said “ Meow.” 
But he evidently did not understand me, for after 
a while he said, “ Come, Tommie, and see my sis- 
ter,” and he took me up in his arms and carried me 
into the house. 
There I found a beautiful young lady by the 
name of Miss Dorothy. She had laughing blue 
