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Remus,” replied the doctor, the while gently strok- 
ing my back. “ I wouldn’t part with him for a 
fortune. Better than any medicine to a restless 
overworked mind is a sleek healthy cat for a bed- 
fellow, for the electricity with which his fur is 
charged will induce sleep when all other means 
fail.” 
“ How perfectly wonderful,” said Miss Dorothy. 
“ I must get one for papa. Where did you get 
Remus ? ” 
“ Remus,” said the doctor, “ was one of a pair of 
black kittens that belonged to old Black Betty at 
the college. Betty had the mange several times, 
but the students always cured her by rubbing her 
sores with a mixture of lard and sulphur, which she 
would immediately lick off. During her last attack, 
however, she seemed to have a presentiment that 
her hour had come. One morning, while my 
father was lecturing to the students, Betty brought 
in one of her kittens, laid it at his feet, looked up 
into his face and mewed. Then she went and 
fetched the other, and repeated the same action, 
after which she returned to her basket, and ten 
minutes later the janitor found her dead. Father 
regarded those kittens as a sacred trust, and 
