Here is a pretty story about a cat and a dog who were great friends.
Puss and Pincher ate from the same plate, and slept on the same rug.
Puss at one time had a little family of kittens, whom she kept in the
attic at the top of the house.
One morning there was a terrific thunder-storm. Pincher was taking his
ease in the parlor, and Puss was looking after her children in the
garret.
Pincher was rather afraid of the lightning, and creeping close to his
mistress, hid himself under her skirts. Presently somebody opened the
parlor door, and in came Puss, mewing very pitifully.
She came up to Pincher, rubbed her face against his cheek, touched him
gently with her paw, and then walked to the door, all of which said as
plainly as words could have done, "Come, Pincher, come and help me."
But Pincher would not go, and Puss, after trying a little longer, went
away herself.
A lady visiting at the house followed her upstairs, and found that she
had brought one kitten down and tucked it under a wardrobe. She had
probably wanted Pincher to stay with this child while she went after the
others. She brought it in her mouth to the lady, who took it in her
arms, went to the attic with Puss, where she moved the whole family away
from the window, and then sat down by them till the storm was over.
The next morning, when the kind lady opened her door to go to breakfast,
there sat Puss, who rubbed against her, purred, and showed the greatest
pleasure in seeing her. This was her way of showing her gratitude.
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