A New Home 
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big maples, where we could climb up in case of 
danger from big dogs. 
When we entered the house, we found our dear 
basket and cushions in a cozy corner of the library, 
and it just seemed as though 127 Poplar Avenue 
had been carried down bodily in the moving van. 
Off mistress’ room was a delightful veranda and it 
was just the nicest place for us cats, because it used 
to make the dogs so furious to see us where they 
could not chase us. Mistress put one of our pads 
on the veranda, and in very warm weather we 
stayed out there all night. Budge used to go to 
sleep on the railing, and it was a common thing to 
hear his cry down below in the early morning. 
But the tumble didn’t seem to do him any harm. 
On the very next day after we had moved, I was 
sitting on the window-sill in Guy’s room, looking 
down into the yard. On top of the board fence 
separating our yard from our neighbor’s was a big 
yellow cat, and below on the lawn stood a small 
white and yellow dog whom they called “ J ip.” 
“ Those are some of our new neighbors,” said 
mistress, “ and we will see if we can get on good 
terms with them.” 
With that she raised the window, and threw out 
