The cat (1905) (14755730215) - Public domain book illustration

Identifier: cat00hunt (find matches)
Title: The cat
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Hunt, Violet, 1862-1942
Subjects: Cats
Publisher: London : A. & C. Black
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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d Auntie May couldalways see it in her eyes, though mother was nototherwise demonstrative. Well, as I was saying, they managed to un-hitch Freds claws and mouth, and laid him inAuntie Mays lap, and put the point of the littlechina spoon in between his teeth. He sputteredand choked, and he seemed to have a white beardwhen they let him alone again. He isnt taking any this time! said AuntieMay. There were white streams wanderingthrough the rucks of her pinafore. Of course he is not taking any of your extra-ordinary preparation, said mother. *You are intoo great a hurry to have him lap. He wont doit a moment before he is ready, and that will bewhen I decide to begin to wean him. You cantry every day and you wont do him any harm, butyou will only wet your pinafore. It was quite true. We none of us felt as ifwe could touch Auntie Mays mixture, we so verymuch preferred mothers. Auntie May put us allback again, and stood up and shook herself, andthe milk we hadnt taken ran down the creases of
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THE MILK RAN DOWN THE CREASESTO THE FLOOR. TO LAP OR NOT TO LAP 37 her pinafore on to the floor. They both wentaway, and Rosamond, as she went out of the door,recommended mother to tidy it by licking it up,partly in joke — at least mother took it that way,for, as she said, she was not a common cat, to eatup slops, and they would have to send Mary towash it away with a cloth. Next morning They tried us again, but still wecouldnt, and Rosamond seemed so terribly dis-appointed that we asked mother to tell us how itwas done. *You have to put your tongue over the milkand catch some of it up in the curve of it, and flickit into your throat in the same movement. Thatsall there is ! * And quite enough, sighed lazy Freddy. Dogs do it differently, mother continued. They put their tongue under the milk or water,or whatever it is they want to drink, but they tossit into their mouths in precisely the same way. I shall never do it, poor Zobeide complained. You will have to nurse me all my days, m