When we came from England, about two years ago, we brought our
Persian cat with us. Her name was Sooty, because her fur was so
dark. We taught her to carry meat to a paper on the floor, so as
not to soil the carpet. We lost her about a year after, so we kept
her kitten, and named her Pansy. She carries her food to the paper,
and we have also taught her to ring the bell for her meals. We turn
the large dinner-bell on its side, and then she knocks the tongue
about with her paw. She was very good-tempered until this summer,
when mamma brought another little Persian kitten from England, and
then she became so jealous that it spoiled her temper completely.
The kitten's name is Gypsy, and she is such a little pet! She was
born in Scotland, then went to England, and was "highly commended"
at an exhibition of cats there, and at last she crossed the
Atlantic to America; so she has seen a good deal of the world, has
she not? We have taken HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE a long time now. I do
like to read some of the letters, and I hope this one will add to
the pleasure of some other reader.