Muff is a nice name for a kitty.
Let me tell you about a kitty which a little boy friend of mine had for
his pet. It was a black kitty, I believe, though I am not sure. He
carried it everywhere with him, and when he was practicing one
afternoon, he set it on the piano that it might hear him play. It
nestled its head cunningly on its tiny paws, and listened with all its
might.
Somebody called the little boy away for a moment. When he came back the
kitty was gone.
High and low they hunted for it. Mamma, nurse, two little sisters, and
even the baby, called Kitty! Kitty! but no kitty answered. After a long
time there came a faint little mieuw on the air; and where do you
suppose they found that small cat? Why, in the piano, where she had
taken a cozy nap.
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