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Title: The true philosopher and other cat tales
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Bacon, Peggy, 1895-1987
Subjects: Cats
Publisher: Boston, The Four seas company
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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oodchuck. These ab-sences caused his mistress much anxiety; but justas she was mourning his probable demise, her dishev-elled darling would wander in and submit withsmothered irritation to her delighted greetings. Whenhome he busied himself in many ways, chiefly in killingbirds, chipmunks and frogs, all of which he depositedin the drawing room in a disgusting state of mutila-tion. The spinster realized that Catnip was not ex-actly the type of feline that she had hoped for; but ashe was vivacious and entertaining, with many winsomeways, she relinquished her ideal in his favor. Andit was not until he laid at her feet a half-dead garter-snake, that she decided that all was over betweenthem. Catnips next home was with an old lady who livedalone with her parrot; but he killed the parrot, andwas immediately transferred to a large house full ofparents, nurses and children. But here he made him-self unpopular by an inability to distinguish betweenmice which were mice and mice which were white
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AN OLD LADY WHO LIVED ALONE WITH HER PARROT AND OTHER CAT TALES 31 mice. He was given to the grocer, but that worthycomplained laconically that he was always nosingaround, and presented him to the hardware man.Life among the hardware seemed colorless to Catnip,who soon ran away and wandered from place to place,finally falling in with a large Polish family who livedin a dirty little house at the end of Nowhere. Herehe remained, and was, in fact, well received, for therewere no dishes to break, no rival pets to slay, no pre-conceived notions of what a cat should be, and ma-rauding offended no sensibilities. Catnip himself wasperfectly satisfied with conditions here, for there wasa little food every day, plenty of game in the nearbywoods, and much to occupy him in eluding the teas-ing attentions of eleven young Poles. And here wewill leave him and turn to his brother. Catnap—O, but what ever happened to Catnap?—Sing, Muse, of his lethargic mornings on the guest-room bed, and of his c

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