After lunch, on the day of the party, Mrs. Squirrel washed, brushed
and combed Fluffy-tail until it hurt so she thought she would have to
squeal once or twice; then dressed her in one of the prettiest little
party dresses one ever saw. Fluffy-tail even had new slippers with
fluffy pink bows. “You must live up to your name, my dear,” her mother
said, as she tied her pretty pink bonnet strings, “and too, my dear,”
as she kissed her for at least the twentieth time, “be very careful
of your manners; don’t lose your present (the cutest lace trimmed hanky
with blue birds in the corners); go straight there and come straight
back home before dark. You know Old Tabby Cat just loves little
squirrels for dinner and she wouldn’t care even if you did have on your
party dress. Cats are such prowling creatures sometimes,” she added.