GRATITUDE OF CATS. 
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“Yes: she thinks more of Dick than of 
any of us,” said Annie; and she did not 
look very well pleased,—for she could be 
jealous even of the affections of a cat. 
Jealousy was Annie’s besetting sin, and 
most of her other faults of temper grew out 
of it. It showed itself oftener towards her 
brother than towards any other member of 
the family. She did not want him to like 
any one else; and sometimes it seemed as 
though she did not want any one to like 
him. Sidney was the only one who ven¬ 
tured to laugh at her about this failing; and 
she did not like it very well even from 
him. 
“My blue-eyed black cat was a notable 
instance of this kind of gratitude,” con¬ 
tinued Miss Winston. “ She was a wild 
creature, with long, shining black hair, a 
very long tail and the brightest of blue 
eyes. Altogether, I think she was the 
ugliest specimen of the feline race I ever set 
eyes on. She was, as I have said, very wild, 
and wandered about the cellars and out¬ 
houses without ever coming into the house. 
One night, as mother and myself were 
making the rounds of the house before bed- 
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