I am a little girl eleven years old. I go to school, but it rains
so hard that I could not go to-day. I think Miss Augusta would
change her mind about hating cats if she could see mine. He is a
large gray one, and weighs ten and one-half pounds. He is very
gentle, and I can handle him as I would a baby. When I take him up,
he puts both fore-paws each side of my face, and feels it very
gently, and he never sticks in his claws. I know he loves me
dearly. I have a little sister eight years old. Her name is Gertie.
My cousin lives with us, and his name is Wheaton. I take _Our
Little Ones_, and my sister takes the _Nursery_, and my cousin
takes HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.
I forgot to tell you all about my cat. When he is hungry, he does
not mew, like most cats, but lies down and rolls over, and if we do
not notice him, he lies on his back, and waits for us to see him.