There are three cats which I would like to tell you about, but as
it would be too long a letter, I will divide it into two, and send
you the other another time. The first was a little half-bred
Persian, and as she had beautiful fur, we called her Fluffy. She
belonged to my sister, so we took her to a boarding-school in
England, for we lived there then. After breakfast at school we used
to have prayers, and I am sorry to say Fluffy used to behave very
badly. She would jump up on the table and lick the butter off the
bread, or run up the curtains, and look down from the top with such
a catch-me-if-you-can air that it was very difficult to keep from
laughing. We had great fun with her, for she used to walk into the
school-room in the middle of lessons, and of course we used to try
and hide her from the governess. We had her at school about a year,
and then she died. All the girls were very fond of her, she was
such a bright, loving little creature, so all the boarders went
into mourning for her for a week.