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Booker T. Washington 
I felt very badly, especially as I had learned from 
their conversation that they were friends of cats. 
As I sat there on the porch rail wondering what 
next to do, I noticed that it was not a very great 
distance to a brilliantly lighted window, and being 
anxious to attract the attention of those ladies I 
made a bold leap and landed safely on the window- 
sill. There in that beautiful room sat four ladies, 
and a gentleman, and one of the ladies came at 
once to the window and begged the gentleman to 
open it. He did so, and I heard him say some- 
thing about a “ poor apology for a cat” as he took 
me in and set me on a rug. Then one and another 
began talking about me in a way that was any- 
thing but complimentary, while the lady that had 
asked to let me in sat on the floor beside me, look- 
ing me over, and occasionally rubbing my nose 
and head. 
“ I felt that 1 had at last found a friend, and sure 
enough, when it was time to go home, she asked 
for a laundry bag to carry me in, saying she would 
give me a bath and prepare me for a home because 
I was a very nice cat. And that is how I was 
brought here that evening.” 
Before Goldie went to live with George and 
