A CAT WITH A FIRE-BRIGADE MEDAL.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR,"]
SIR,—A lady friend of mine had a very favourite cat, named Peter.' One night she left him in his usual sleeping-place, and went to her own room. Not long after she beard a noise at her door,—scratching, and other sounds, which she knew must come from the cat, and took no notice of it at first, but as it continued she opened her door, upon which the cat immediately turned and walked down straight to the kitchen, followed by his mistress, who, to her dismay, saw that the legs of the table were on fire ! She started at once to the station of the fire-brigade—not waiting for bonnet or shawl—(about five minutes' walk). The engine came and extinguished the fire, and the fire-brigade presented the cat with a medal, which it wore always hung round its neck. This took place in Brighton. The station of the fire-brigade is in West Hill Road, where this story can be verified. The cause of the fire was traced to the fact of the fire in the grate having been raked out as usual, some of the hot cinders had reached the wood-flooring, and the table was not far off.—I am, Sir, &c.,
ESTHER WELLS..
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