"Puss went under the grate to-night."--"Did she: what that great cat?
I thought only kittens went under grates."--"And so did I; but,
however, she went."--"I wonder what for?"--"Perhaps to look for a
cricket."--"Have you crickets?"--"Yes; I often hear them chirping as I
sit by the fire at night. Ours is a funny cat; she sometimes goes up
the chimney."--"What, when there is a fire in the grate?"--"O no; the
chimney in the back chamber. I have heard it said that cats do not
love any one, but I am sure our cat does; for whenever I let her come
into my lap, she rubs her head about, and stretches out her claws, and
purrs as loudly as she can. I sometimes try to hear what she says, but
I can make nothing of it; but it matters not what she says, I know she
is happy, and that is enough."
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