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Pussy Meow 
do, or if anything even more fondly, and my saucer 
of milk that morning tasted as if it was more than 
half cream. While I was eating my breakfast, 
Guy came out, and together they examined my 
kittens, and praised them. “ Aren’t they beauts,” 
said he, as he fondled one after the other ; “ I wish 
we could keep them all.” 
After breakfast mistress lifted the pad with my 
kittens out of the basket and made us up a fresh 
clean bed with an old comfortable, which was large 
enough to fall over the rim of the basket, and so 
prevented any draughts from striking my little 
ones. Then for many days mistress brought my 
food and water to me, for with so many kittens I 
was busy every minute washing them to keep them 
sweet and clean. 
At the end of about ten days my kittens began 
to open their eyes ; and to be able to crawl over 
each other, and over me as well. One by one, as 
their eyesight became stronger, they would crawl 
up on the comfortable and look over the edge of 
the basket ; and very often one would step over a 
little too far, lose his balance and tumble over unto 
the floor. Then after a few minutes of groping 
around he would begin to cry, and I had to go and 
