A CAT STORY.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR.1 SIR,-My sister sends me the following cat story from New Zealand :—A certain woman came with her baby to stay for a week with a friend in the place where my sister is staying. The baby seemed always to be crying. The cat of the house was very upset during the first day of the ailing baby's arrival. Puss kept walking up to the crying child and then to the master and mistress of the house, and at last rushed out of the house apparently in fright. Shortly after this the cat returned with a bird in its mouth, which it placed by the aide of the baby's cradle. And every day it brought the baby something : a dead bird, mouse, or young rabbit, just as though it knew a young creature was in trouble and thought that something must be done to comfort it. Always the cat brought its offering up to the cradle and put what it had brought down by the baby's side.—I am, Sir, &c.,
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