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Identifier: cat00hunt (find matches)
Title: The cat
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Hunt, Violet, 1862-1942
Subjects: Cats
Publisher: London : A. & C. Black
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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lf at all.There was the time when I was ill and fed out ofthat very forget-me-not spoon that ought to havestirred up tender recollections. I bit a piece outof that spoon in a fit of temper one day when Ifelt particularly bad, and was in a blue rage inconsequence. I damaged the spoon, of course, asmother pointed out, but I hurt myself far more.I bled, and the spoon did not. It had a rivet putin it and was as well as ever again. I felt mothers unkindness very much, and it wasof a piece with many other bits of her conduct. Ihave got over it now ; indeed, I have had myrevenge if I had wanted it, when I saw her makinga slave of herself over another lot of kittens justas she had done over us. She began to be gratefulto me then, for I made myself useful taking herplace in the basket sometimes, and keeping thelittle wretches warm while she took a turn andstretched her legs, and went to look if Auntie Mayhad been given or had bought anything new.Mother always took notice of that sort of thing;
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SHE USED TO STAND ON HERAND LOOK AT THE PAINTING. TO LAP OR NOT TO LAP 43 nothing new that came into the house ever escapedher for long. She even knew when Mr. Grahamwas engaged on a different picture, at least he saidshe did. She used to stand on her hind legs andplant her fore paws on the ledge of the easel andlook at the painting he was doing quite gravely.The artist himself was certain that she knew, andhe used to tickle her neck with his brush or hismahl-stick and say, AVell, Petronilla, do youapprove of my new subject ? That is how motherascertained that it was new, for if he had coveredall the canvas up, without leaving one little weenycorner white, how on earth could a poor cat tell ?While she was away on these voyages of discovery,I curled round the kittens, and they liked me forabout ten minutes till they found I was not theirmother. I could not feed them, only wash them,and that I did very nicely and thoroughly, so thatmother said when she came back that she couldnot have d

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