<h2 class='c006'>CHAPTER VI<br/> <span class='large'>MY FIRST FIGHT</span></h2></div>
<p class='c010'>Aren't things queer in this world? It
seems as if cats can't plan ahead very much.</p>
<p class='c000'>All night I dreamed of the poor Common
cat. This morning when I woke up I began
to worry about introducing her to little
Mary. My head ached with the effort. I
have never had any business to do in my life.
My parents have always done everything for
me. Actually, I have been started in the
world with about only one instruction from
my mother, and that is not to lie. Perhaps
it is as good an equipment for the battle of
life as a little cat could have. I don't know.
I suppose I shall find out.</p>
<p class='c000'>Well, I must bring my Common cat story
up to date in my mind. I have been utterly
astonished and confounded by her actions.
Let me think over what happened this morning.</p>
<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>I woke up early. I find that a care in a
cat's mind will send her to sleep late, and
wake her up betimes. I had to think about
getting my friend's breakfast before any one
was astir, for I supposed she would be too
terrified to come from under the bed.</p>
<p class='c000'>I ran down to the basement. The cook was
getting breakfast and there was plenty of
food lying about. I found two nice little
broiled kidneys. I just had to taste a little
bit myself, it was so good. Then I ran like a
fox up-stairs.</p>
<p class='c000'>No one met me. The servants were all in
the rooms, sweeping and dusting and getting
things ready for the family. Soon the Denvilles
would be coming down, for they are not
lazy people.</p>
<p class='c000'>I bounded in Mary's room. I went under
the bed, the cat was not there. I dropped the
kidneys in a terrible fright. I crept softly
round the room. I ran out in the hall, I went
up-stairs and down, and at intervals I kept
coming back to the bedroom. Where was my
poor friend?</p>
<p class='c000'>At last, I pulled myself up short. I was
<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>getting dazed, and I was depending too much
on my eyes, as a kitten is apt to do. I went
back to the bed and smelt. She had been
here recently. I lifted my head. The air
was still full of Common cat suggestions. I
followed my nose, and now just let me think
of my utter surprise and consternation—There
was the Common cat curled up on <em>my</em>
chair, in the midst of <em>my</em> opera cloak.</p>
<p class='c000'>I was very angry. I say it with shame.
She was in my place—usurping the attention
of my young mistress, for there lay little
Mary, wide awake, her head resting on her
arm, her face turned toward the cat on the
chair, a smile of utter beatitude playing about
her lips.</p>
<p class='c000'>She was afraid of frightening the newcomer,
but she need never be afraid of that.
I have made a discovery. The Common cat
is not shy—she is bold. That is, she is shy
with enemies, but bold with friends. Or perhaps
I should say, sneaky. She would not
have jumped up on that chair, if I had been
in the room. She took advantage of my absence.</p>
<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>Perhaps I did wrong to be angry, but it
was an awful blow to find her on my soft bed.
I sprang right up beside little Mary. I
tucked my head under her arm, and she
stroked and caressed me.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Oh, you dear thing—you are so sweet
and generous. You don't mind that strange
cat being in your chair one bit.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Meow! meow!” I cried angrily, “I do.”</p>
<p class='c000'>Mary was so taken up with the other cat
that she never minded me, but went on absently
patting my head, and looking at that
creature that was pretending to be asleep.</p>
<p class='c000'>“How did she get here, Black-Face—did
you bring her in?—Oh! isn't it lovely.
Why, I never heard of such a thing as that
poor, shy cat coming right into a house. I
would just like to hug her.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“You needn't be afraid,” I growled, “she
wouldn't mind. But still I hope you won't.
I'm your cat,” and I tried to get between her
and the stranger.</p>
<p class='c000'>Mary laughed, and rubbed her face against
my fur. “You darling thing. Now I know
you did lead her in, for you are trying to
<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>push me toward her, and you weren't a bit
surprised to see her here.”</p>
<p class='c000'>I sprang off the bed. What was the use of
being bad, when your little mistress was so
good that she turned your worst actions into
kind ones. With a very sad heart, I crept out
in the hall—and, do you know, I had scarcely
got out of sight, before I heard a deceitful
“meow,” from that creature by the bed.</p>
<p class='c000'>She was trying to ingratiate herself with
little Mary, and for a few minutes, I had the
pleasure of hearing nothing but sweet pussy
talk from them both.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Poor pussy, pussy, pussy,” Mary would
say, then the Common cat would reply,
“Meow! meow!” and then I knew Mary was
scratching her head for her. In fact, I was
mean enough to peep in through the crack
of the door. It made me sick, and after a
time I could not stand it, so I crept down-stairs.</p>
<p class='c000'>One of the housemaids shook her broom at
me, so I went down, down, till I got to the
yard.</p>
<p class='c000'>There was Mona sitting by her kennel, and
<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>looking as big and handsome as ever. “By
the way,” I said to myself, “I ought to
thank her for her kindness to me last night,”
so I walked slowly up to her, and said,
“Good morning, Mona.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Good morning,” she said kindly.</p>
<p class='c000'>“I am ever so much obliged to you for
what you did last night,” I went on. “It
was perfectly sweet of you.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“You got your cat in,” she remarked.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Yes, I suppose you smelt our double
tracks.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“How is she getting on?” Mona asked.</p>
<p class='c000'>I looked over my shoulder. I didn't want
any one to hear me, for Dolly, the other dog,
was still in her kennel. So I jumped up on
the top of Mona's kennel. That brought me
into a little patch of sunlight, and also made
me get a little nearer to her big head, for
when I sat on the ground, she towered way
above me.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Mona,” I said confidentially, “I am
having a dreadful time.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Are you?” she replied good-naturedly.
“You do look rather worried.”</p>
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<p>“'MONA,' I SAID CONFIDENTIALLY, 'I AM HAVING A DREADFUL TIME.'”</p>
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<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>“I just can't stand that cat,” I went
on.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Can't stand her. That's pretty sudden.
You loved her last night.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Mona,” I said, “think of her actions.
She came into this house on my invitation,
and now she has taken my chair, and is trying
to wean dear Mary's affections away
from me.”</p>
<p class='c000'>Mona grunted. “Now, how do you know
that? You cats are always jumping at conclusions.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“I see her and hear her. I feel it, Mona.
I can't explain to you but I just know it's
true—and I hate her.”</p>
<p class='c000'>Mona didn't say anything, and I went on.
“I planned to have her come here and stay
a little while, then have a good home found
for her. Now, something tells me that she
will never leave here.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Well, suppose she doesn't.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Mona,” I almost screamed, “suppose
she doesn't! Do you imagine I could stand
having that low-down cat take my place,
sleep on my chair, eat from dear Mary's
<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>hand? No—I will run away before I will
endure that.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Hush! hush!” said the big dog commandingly.
“You are waking up Dolly.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Then don't be cruel,” I said sulkily. “I
believe you are on that cat's side.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“You are an excited kitten,” said Mona
kindly. “Jealousy always wakes cats up.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“I am dreadfully unhappy,” I replied,
with tears in my eyes. “I have half a mind
to run away to Mrs. Darley.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“You would find more cats there than
here.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“But they are my own family cats. I
love them.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Yes, you love them,” said Mona
shrewdly, “but you have left home. If you
go back, you will be twice the kitten you
were before you saw something of the
world.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Do you mean to say that I would be
jealous of my own dear parents and my
brother and sister?”</p>
<p class='c000'>“No, not jealous exactly, but you have an
independent turn of mind, and you would not
<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>be willing to be as subject to them as you
were before. You had better not go home,
Black-Face.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“What shall I do then?” I asked pitifully.
“I see my life is to be made miserable
here.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Your life will be what you make it yourself.
You carry misery or joy inside you.
No one can put it in you, if you are not willing.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“I don't understand you,” I said stupidly.</p>
<p class='c000'>Mona reflected for a few minutes, then she
said, “When I first came here, I was the
only dog. Then after a while, Dolly appeared.
I was dreadfully jealous. I felt
just as you are feeling. When Mr. and Mrs.
Denville petted Dolly I was nearly crazy. I
became sulky, and the consequence was that
I was neglected. No one wants a cross dog
about. Dolly was shown off to strangers,
and taken for walks, and I was left at home.
One day, when I was home here moping in
my kennel, I began to reason the thing out.
Dolly had as good a right to be here as I had.
Mr. and Mrs. Denville had hearts large
<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>enough to hold two dogs, even though one
was a pretty big creature. Why didn't I try
to get on with Dolly, and, in that way, please
my master and mistress. The thing was
worth trying, so when Mr. Denville put
Dolly in the yard an hour or two later, I ran
up to meet her. The poor little thing was
frightened, and crouched down, but I wagged
my tail and licked her kindly. Mrs. Denville
had come with her husband in the yard, and
as she lifted her dog whip to strike me, he
said, 'Don't, Maud—the St. Bernard is
getting over her jealousy.'”</p>
<p class='c000'>“And did you?” I asked. “Could you?”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Of course I did,” returned Mona coolly.
“Make up your mind to do a thing, and you
can do it. You know Mr. and Mrs. Denville
go for a walk together nearly every afternoon
after he leaves his bank. They go away
out Commonwealth Avenue and into the
Fens. I used to enjoy these walks so much,
but after I quarrelled with Dolly, they would
not take me, and I suffered from lack of exercise.
However, after I made up with Dolly,
the little creature would not go without me,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>and I assure you that we have lovely times
together. I have never regretted my resolution
not to indulge in jealousy.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“But Dolly has a sweet disposition,” I
said gloomily, “and this cat is a low-down
thing.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“That's true,” said Mona cheerily, “but
you can try to improve her. Be kind to her,
and she will be kind to you.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Are you sure of that?” I asked.</p>
<p class='c000'>Mona looked thoughtful. “I must say,”
she went on, “that there are some ungrateful
natures in the world. I once knew a dog
that no kindness would melt. Perhaps he
was a little crazy. Perhaps he had had bad
parents.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“This cat isn't crazy,” I said with assurance,
“she is a sneak.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“I don't like her getting in your bed when
you were not in the room,” continued Mona.
“If I were you, I would not let her impose
on me. I would make her find a bed elsewhere,
but my advice to you is not to quarrel
with her. Be very patient, and remember
that it is better to be imposed upon than to
<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>impose on others; and my advice to you is
not to run away and leave the field to her.
Keep with your mistress. Demand your
share of the petting. Don't let the new cat
get ahead of you. You have the advantage,
anyway. You are better bred, better looking
and cleaner.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Those are not advantages,” I said sorrowfully;
“those are disadvantages. The
worse-looking a creature is, the better my
dear Mary likes it.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Then clean up the cat, lick her, get her
to hold herself up, and not sneak along the
way she does.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Mona,” I said, “you are a good dog. I
am much obliged to you for your advice, and
I will run right up-stairs and see what I can
do,” and I left her.</p>
<p class='c000'>I did run up-stairs, but alas! I met Mary
coming down to breakfast with the cat. She
had a blue ribbon on her neck—the cat had—and
her manner was enough to make one
ill. The humility of it, and yet the sly pride—the
look she gave me out of the corner of
her eye. “Stand aside,” it said, “I have
<span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>got enough out of you. I have a friend at
court now. I've ousted you.”</p>
<p class='c000'>I did stand aside, then I humbly followed
them into the breakfast-room.</p>
<p class='c000'>Oh! how careful human beings ought to
be about new pets. I thought my heart
would break as I sat under that table and
watched little Mary's hand stealing down
with scraps for that Common cat. Once, I
used to get all the scraps.</p>
<p class='c000'>After a while, Mr. and Mrs. Denville came
to the table, and then I had to listen to the
whole story of the saintly Common cat, how
little Mary had just seen her skulking about
the Common, and had pointed her out to me.
That the poor creature had run when any one
went near her, and that early this morning
when Mary woke up, there she was in the
chair by her bed. “It seems like a lovely
miracle,” concluded little Mary in a happy
voice.</p>
<p class='c000'>“How do you account for it, Harold,
dear?” asked Mrs. Denville of her husband.</p>
<p class='c000'>“This cat brought her in,” he said shortly,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>and he looked under the table at me. “Come
here, Black-Face.”</p>
<p class='c000'>I was terribly proud. Mr. Denville rarely
noticed me. I jumped up on a chair beside
him, and he looked in my face.</p>
<p class='c000'>“You brought her in, didn't you?” he
said with a twinkle in his eye.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Oh, meow! meow!” I replied and I laid
a paw on his coat sleeve.</p>
<p class='c000'>“I've heard of such things before,” he
went on, still looking me in the eyes. “My
mother had a very intelligent tabby cat that
brought a sick friend to our barn and carried
food out to it till it got well.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“How extraordinary,” murmured Mrs.
Denville.</p>
<p class='c000'>“And you're a little bit jealous, aren't
you?” said Mr. Denville suddenly to me.</p>
<p class='c000'>I felt ashamed of myself. How had he
known what was going on under the table?</p>
<p class='c000'>“Come here,” he said, and he took me on
his knee, and fed me from his plate during
the remainder of the meal.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Mary,” he said when he left the table,
“don't neglect the old cat for the new one.”</p>
<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>“Just as if I could neglect my Black-Face,”
said the little girl earnestly. “Come
here, dear,” and she opened her arms, and
petted me till I was so proud and happy that
I forgot all about the other cat.</p>
<p class='c000'>She was watching me though, watching me
from one sly eye, as she washed her face, and
pretended to be admiring the flowers in the
window. I understood her tricks.</p>
<p class='c000'>After breakfast, Mary took me up-stairs
in her arms, and the Common cat had to
follow after. However, as if to get even with
me for this attention, she sprang up on my
chair as soon as we arrived in Mary's bedroom.
There the little girl left us and went
to clean her big canary cage, and I was about
to follow her, when I thought I had better
embrace the opportunity of having an explanation
with my rival.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Cat,” I said, “I don't like your actions.”</p>
<p class='c000'>She gazed at me steadily, and I had a good
chance to look into her eyes. They reminded
me of the pond on the Common. They were
muddy, and looked as if there were all kinds
<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>of queer things down at the bottom of
them.</p>
<p class='c000'>I said nothing, and she said nothing for a
long time, then she murmured in her cracked
voice, “What's frettin' you?”</p>
<p class='c000'>I didn't know what to say. Finally, I
thought of one of Serena's phrases, and replied
grandly, “I don't like your mental attitude.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“What's that?” she said impudently.</p>
<p class='c000'>“I don't suppose you know that you have
a mind,” I said patronizingly.</p>
<p class='c000'>“I know I've got teeth and claws,” she
said with a grin. “You jest bet I do.”</p>
<p class='c000'>I am ashamed to say I forgot all about
Mona's advice to love her, and lick her fur.
Something rose inside me, some kind of a
swelling, then I felt as if I had swallowed
something very hot. It burnt so that I
sprang up and just hissed, “Get off my bed,
will you?”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Come, put me off,” she said maliciously,
“I'm bigger 'n you.”</p>
<p class='c000'>I don't approve of fighting. I think it is
wicked and vulgar, but at her words a fierce
<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>joy rose within me. I thought what a delight,
what an ecstasy it would be to stick my
claws in her, and drag her from that chair.
Then I don't seem to remember anything
more for a few minutes, but hissing and spitting
and jumping and scratching and the
most awful cat language that I ever heard.
It was my first fight, and I didn't do any
talking. I wanted all my breath for panting,
for I was thumped and dragged and pounded
and beaten and shaken till I was nearly
dead.</p>
<p class='c000'>Dear little Mary was in the bath-room,
singing, and talking, and fussing with her
canaries. She didn't hear us, and no one
else was near enough, but presently there
was a step. I didn't hear it. I was too far
gone, but the sly cat must have heard it, for
she dropped me like a shot, and flew up into
my chair. I lay for one minute, then I
dragged myself under the bed. I thought I
was dying, but I didn't want any one to see
me. My instinct was to keep out of sight.</p>
<p class='c000'>The oldish woman who was Mary's nurse,
came into the room. I heard her give an exclamation,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>then stop short. “Miss Mary,”
she called.</p>
<p class='c000'>The dear child came running in.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Just look at that cat,” said the old
woman.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Oh! oh!” cried my dear young mistress.
“Why, her eyes are scratched, and her nose
is torn—oh! my poor pussy,” and she went
down on her knees and began to dab at that
Common cat's face with her handkerchief.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Nurse, please get me a wet towel—oh!
the poor cat. Who could have scratched her
so?”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Depend upon it, it's that kitten,” said
the old woman, “she's a high-strung little
article.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“My dear Black-Face!” exclaimed Mary.
“Oh! no, she is gentle.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Who could have done it?” the nurse
said grimly, “I didn't.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Perhaps some bad cat ran in,” said
Mary.</p>
<p class='c000'>The nurse shook her head, and then I
stopped watching them. I was more dead
than alive, and I never stirred, though I
<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>heard Mary calling me everywhere. She did
not think of looking under her own bed,
though I think she looked under all the other
beds in the house.</p>
<p class='c000'>Finally, her mamma made her go off to
drive, and everything was quiet in the room.
The bed had been made, so no one came near
to disturb us, and I lay on the carpet and
tried to recover myself, and the Common
cat lay on the chair, and spat at me if I
stirred.</p>
<p class='c000'>After a few hours, I felt better. I could
move my paws, and my body did not ache so
much. I got up, tried to stretch, and could
not, then not minding the hissing from the
chair, I dragged myself out of the room, and
down-stairs, a step at a time. There was a
large mirror set into the wall at the head of
the first staircase, and I had a look at myself
as I went by. My fur was rumpled badly,
and I looked ill, but there was not a scratch
nor a drop of blood visible. How strange—for
from what Mary had said, I knew a good
deal of blood had run out of the Common
cat's wounds. How was it, that I, a kitten,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>had been able to scratch her, while she had
not given me a cut? I would ask Mona about
it, and I went on dragging myself painfully
down the staircases, till I reached the yard,
and saw the dear old dog sitting in front of
her kennel.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Well,” she said getting up as I approached
her, “what have you been doing
to yourself? You look played out.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Let me by,” I said faintly. “I've had
my first fight.” She allowed me to crawl into
her kennel, then she lay down and put her
head in the doorway.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Here,” she said kindly, “let me lick you
a bit. It will massage you.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Oh! if you will be so kind,” I said. “I
feel as if I had been pounded all over.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“So you have,” she replied, as her big
tongue went over me very gently, but very
firmly. “I can feel that you have had a
mauling. Your new friend, I suppose.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“You told me to love her,” I replied
weakly, “but somehow or other, the first
thing I knew, we were in the midst of a
fight.”</p>
<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>“That sometimes happens,” said Mona
philosophically, “if one loves too hard.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“I suppose I did not go about it in the
right way, but, Mona, it makes me so mad to
see her in my chair. I told her to get down,
and she wouldn't, and then I sprang at her,
and I wounded her. She has lots of scratches,
and blood came out of them. Why haven't I
any blood on me?”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Because, kitten,” returned Mona calmly,
“she knows how to fight, and you don't.
This isn't her first battle. Some dogs fight
that way. They'll injure you inside, so that
you will nearly die, while other dogs merely
rip your skin a little.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“I think I'd rather be ripped than
pounded on a marble hearth,” I said miserably.</p>
<p class='c000'>“So would I,” said Mona. “You'll be a
long time getting over this. However, you
are a kitten and will recover more quickly
than a cat would.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Do you suppose she will be a long time
getting over her scratches?” I asked. “I
wouldn't like to injure her permanently.”</p>
<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>“You couldn't, kitten,” said Mona with a
laugh. “She will be all right to-morrow.
When you fight next, choose some cat your
own size.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“But you don't advise fights,” I remarked
anxiously.</p>
<p class='c000'>“No, never fight unless you are sure you
can beat the other cat.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“But how can you be sure?”</p>
<p class='c000'>“You can't be—now how do you feel?”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Much better—ever so much. There is
healing in your tongue.”</p>
<p class='c000'>“Now put your head down, and go to
sleep,” said Mona, “and I will watch, and
see that no one disturbs you,” and she lay
down in front of the kennel.</p>
<p class='c000'>It is wonderful what a nap will do. In
about an hour I awoke very much refreshed.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Can you walk?” inquired Mona.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Yes, pretty well,” I said, limping out of
the kennel.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Then creep up-stairs, see if the coast is
clear to your room, and if the cat is still on
your bed, come back and tell me.”</p>
<p class='c000'>I did as she requested, though I did not
<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>understand why I should do so. Painfully
crawling up, and painfully crawling down-stairs,
I, at last stood before her, and said
that there was no one in the halls. The servants
were busy with lunch.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Then lead the way,” she said.</p>
<p class='c000'>I gazed at her in surprise, but she made
no explanation, and I entered the house.</p>
<p class='c000'>She followed me. We saw no one till we
were opposite the big hall door. Then we
heard the click of a latch key, and Mr. Denville
threw open the door, and stood before
us. He gave Mona a glance of surprise. She
rarely came in the house. The good old dog
walked up to him, and licked his hand. Then
she put her noble, honest head on his arm.</p>
<p class='c000'>“Oh, you want something, do you?” he
said. “Well, go on.”</p>
<p class='c000'>She did go on, and after a look at me, Mr.
Denville followed us.</p>
<p class='c000'>It was such a funny procession I saw in
the mirror as we went up-stairs. First I, a
little cat with a black and white face, then
a big dog, then a big man.</p>
<p class='c000'>I went right to Mary's bedroom. Mona
<span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>walked in with me. Mr. Denville stood in the
doorway.</p>
<p class='c000'>The Common cat lay on the opera cloak
with a white bandage over her face. She
was giving herself great airs on account of
that bandage, but I think she was a little
frightened when she heard Mona. However,
you can't tell much from her mud-colored
eyes when she doesn't want you to.</p>
<p class='c000'>Mona slowly paced across the room, slowly
took the Common cat by the neck, slowly carried
her to the door, and set her outside in
the hall.</p>
<p class='c000'>Mr. Denville stood aside to let Mona pass.
Then he smiled in a peculiar way. The
Common cat gazed about her through the
holes cut in the bandage for her eyes, as if
uncertain what to do, then she walked toward
a nice, sunny window that there was in the
hall. Across it was a big sofa with cushions,
near by was a bookcase. The cat went under
the sofa, and Mona looked well pleased. The
Common cat might sleep there. She was not
to go in the bedroom.</p>
<p class='c000'>What a happy cat I was! I gave Mona a
<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>grateful glance, then I went and sprang on
my chair.</p>
<p class='c000'>Mr. Denville laughed aloud, and calling to
Mona, went down-stairs.</p>
<p class='c000'>Later in the day I saw her, and she said
Mr. Denville took her right to the pantry.
He saw a big roasted chicken there on a platter,
and seizing the chicken by the legs he
gave it to her. Mona said that she passed the
cook in the lower hall, and her face was something
indescribable, but, of course, she didn't
dare to say a word, as Mr. Denville was escorting
the good old dog.</p>
<p class='c000'>All day I have been so happy. The Common
cat has not dared to once come in the
bedroom. Little Mary understands the matter.
At lunch time there was a great laughing
at the table. I heard an echo of it up
here, and dragged myself to the head of the
stairs to listen. Mr. Denville was telling his
wife and Mary about Mona and the Common
cat.</p>
<p class='c000'>When Mary came up-stairs, she made a
nice bed on the hall sofa for “Slyboots,” as
her father calls the Common cat. There she
<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>has been all day, and Mary pets me in here,
and then goes out in the hall and pets her. I
think this is a very nice arrangement. Divided,
we agree, united, we fight. Perhaps in
time, Slyboots will get to like me better. I
have no feeling of resentment against her.
I only want her to keep out of my way.</p>
<p class='c000'>I wonder what my family would say about
this? I fear they would be shocked if they
knew I had been quarrelling. All but Jimmy
Dory. He loves a fight.</p>
<p class='c000'>Well, I must go to sleep. I wonder how the
new cat and I will get on to-morrow?</p>
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