lSo Pussy Meow 
such a joy and comfort to grandpa for seven years ; 
and Blackie and Jack, the famous rat-catchers.” 
“ Now that you mention it,” said Budge, “ I am 
reminded that there are many useful and valuable 
cats who have not even a name to be remembered 
by. Only a few days ago a lady who works in a 
commission house, told our mistress that they have 
fourteen cats in their place, and that indeed without 
them they could not carry on their business, for the 
rats and mice would ruin everything if the cats didn't 
drive them away.” Here Toddy took the word: 
“ This reminds me,” said he, “ of a story I once 
heard about a man who owned a warehouse, and 
who had four sons. In the warehouse lived a big 
Maltese cat named Jimmie, whose favorite resting- 
place was on top of the bookkeeper’s desk, where 
he was w T ont to take his daily nap. In course of 
time the father died, and the four sons divided the 
warehouse between them. They also divided the 
cat so that each one knew which quarter of Jimmie 
belonged to him. One day soon after the division 
the cat was bitten in the right foreleg by a rat he 
had caught, and as that quarter of the cat belonged 
to Paul, the youngest son, he bandaged it and 
saturated the bandage with coal oil to take out the 
