CAT-STORIES.
[To TIER EDITOR 01 TH2 " SPECTATOR."] SIR, —I am a great lover of all animals, especially cats. The two I have now are the greatest possible contrast to each other in all respects. The white one is a gentle, dignified being, highly respectable in all her ways. The other, a black one, is a greedy, common, selfish, thieving little beast. I am accustomed to tell friends that the one descended from above and the other came up from below! They are very jealous of each other, and only unite in one thing,—i.e., love of their owner. I was away from home for a few days and was greeted with effusion on my return, but to my astonishment they both went out that first night. (They generally sleep in my room.) But early in the morning I was awakened by that peculiar screaming mew generally caused by a oat holding a mouse in her month, a mewing sideways as it were ; and shortly after- wards up jumps the white cat on the bed bringing a small rabbit, walks with it in her month up and down three times in front of me,and then takes it out of the room again. A minute after upcomes the black cat with same bunny and repeats the performance, only not so majestically, then takes it down again and drops it on the mat. ' Whitey' comes up, takes it up, and hides it in my cupboard. Then they both jump up for their morning caress and are very proud of themselves ! I can only imagine that the pantomime was meant to explain that they had both combined to bring me some food, thinking, no doubt, that I had been starved during my absence.—I am, Sir, &c.,
H. S.
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