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Booker T. Washington 
spouse, would climb up on the different window 
ledges and call for her friend. But after a while she 
fell in with a new cat by the name of Goldie, and 
he, in time, came to fill Booker’s place in her 
affections. 
A word about Goldie : One cold winter evening 
mistress brought home in a bag a yellow tiger cat, 
which I thought from his appearance must have 
come from the very slums of catdom. He was all be- 
draggled with mud, and his face resembled that of 
a sore-eyed poodle. But after a bath, oh, what a 
difference ! Then it turned out that the stranger 
had a beautiful fluffy coat of sunshiny yellow and 
white, with brown stripes intermingled, and the 
name “ Goldie ” was thought none too nice for him. 
The very first neighbor that saw him was ready to 
adopt him, and this was Mrs. Gafney, the mother 
of our little friends George and Doris. And there 
Goldie is to-day, a delightful playmate, and an all- 
around household treasure. 
I noticed during the first few days Goldie was 
with us that he would not allow any one to touch 
his tail, and would claw and scratch whoever at- 
tempted to touch it, even in a friendly way. Mis- 
tress tried her best to teach Goldie better manners 
