I have seen a number of letters from little girls about their cats,
but I do not think any of them can be nicer than mine, although Joe
W. K.'s knows more tricks. My cat is a large blue Maltese, and his
name is Ted. He is not quite two years old, and weighs ten and a
half pounds. We have scales with a top just large enough for him to
sit on, and he sits very still while he is getting weighed. He sits
at the table in a high chair, and has a little piece of oil-cloth
on which he rests his paws, and waits patiently until we give him
something to eat. If we give him anything he does not like, he
jumps right down. There is a piece of carpet on the kitchen floor,
and when we give him some milk out there we often put his saucer on
it, and when he has finished eating he pulls the carpet all over
the saucer, and then peeks around to see if it is all covered up.
He has a round basket in which he curls up and goes to sleep. He
had his picture taken the other day, and he sat very still. There
is a large rocking-chair in the parlor which he seems to think is
his, and if it is occupied, he will walk around it, and if the
person does not get up, he will jump in his or her lap. Good-by.