Country Life
As far away as New England they know the summer kitten, I am told by Mr. Earl Daniels of the Department of English, Colgate Uni- versity, Hamilton, N.Y. His grandmother used to say a summer kitten was no good. Blackberry, May or summer kittens, I am assured, do eat blindworms. A card from another correspondent tells me about this. On a recent holiday I was walking on a road through some marshy ground where young toads were hopping about in large numbers. A half-grown cat from a nearby farm was enjoying himself in the ruthless way of the cat kind by striking down lhe button-sized toads as they sprang up from the grass verge. I chased the young cat away but I had no doubt that the game was dear to his feline heart, for he took refuge on a grassy knoll ready to return to the boggy ground and his toad-killing as soon as I took myself off. On my return to the house where we were staying I wasn't surprised to see the family cat with a fairly large toad in his mouth, although I cannot remember ever having seen cats so taken up with reptiles before.'
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