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Title: The Angora cat; how to breed train and keep it;
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: James, Robert Kent, (from old catalog) ed
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Publisher: Boston, James bros.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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otato skins. How I did long for them, but I hadto hurry on hoping to meet some swill men, as Tabbysuggested we should. I soon came across some food.Many cats had been there before me, but I was so hun-gry I could eat anything. Anyway, I felt I had morestrength, and if I did suffer I was glad to run away.Then I thought of my old home on Thatcher Street, inMedford, and the false kisses Miss Edith gave me. O!if I could only have made my hair grow faster perhaps Imight have stayed. But still something else mighthave been wrong with me. I may not have been thefinest specimen in the world, but I do know I had fineparents, and after all I am glad I left her, for she wasalways telling people around that I had such short hair,and seemed so disgusted with me. I only hope she willfind another little Max as true and loyal to her as I was.I dont really know what is to become of me. I onlyknow I have found this nice shed that dead Tabby toldme about, and shall watch and listen for the little ragged
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WHITE, WITH BUFF SPOTS. FACTS AND FANCIES OF THE CAT. 65 girl with dirty hands to feed and caress me as she didold Tabby, and bring me milk. But I shall not cry formilk, as Tabby said she was very poor. If I could onlycatch that sparrow, but its too far away. This would not have happened if I had been born acommon cat, would it ? Because common cats are notbought and sold. I am so cold I cannot write any more. My love to Grandma Ellis and Mr. Roger. AndMiss Edith, if you ever hear a noise like a splash in thewater, then a cry, it is poor short-haired Max — hungry,cold, and tired of life. Max Muffet. Teddy was only five years old when he beganRats. to use slang, copying it from the big boysat school. His mamma was much concerned about this habit andon one occasion had washed out his mouth most thor-oughly with soap suds ; but this did no good, for thatvery afternoon he came home and told her that a boyhad swiped his slate pencil. Teddy, she said that night, after tucking him intobed

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