i 28 Pussy Meow 
some way attract her attention. Mrs. Cotton 
petted me a little, so I climbed up to her face and 
kissed her nose. At this Mrs. Cotton seemed to 
take alarm. Perhaps she thought I was on the 
way up to her hat again ; but I wasn’t, for the 
birdies had all flown away. 
“ What an affectionate little creature,” said she, 
holding me firmly in her lap. “ Where did you get 
this cat ? ” 
“ She came to us a couple of weeks ago,” said 
Miss Dorothy, “ and made herself so thoroughly 
agreeable that I have had her as my constant com- 
panion ever since.” 
Mrs. Cotton looked at me more closely and said, 
“ She looks like a cat that my neighbor, Mrs. Pax- 
ton has lost, and she has been very unhappy over 
it ; only a few days ago she said she still hoped to 
find her again.” 
Miss Dorothy looked very sad. “ Is there any 
way by which you could prov« that this is Mrs. 
Paxton’s cat?” said she, “ for, if she is, I want to 
return her.” 
Mrs. Cotton put her hand to her forehead evi- 
dently trying to recall my name, when I cried out 
“ meow.” 
