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Updated: June 26, 2025
"The thunder roared overhead and the lightning, shining through the cracks, played on the barn floor and showed the cats sitting gravely in a circle. Only Tom Skip-an'-jump, who still kept his kittenish tricks, went frisking after his tail and turning somersaults in the hay. Presently he tumbled over Furry-Purry and bit her ear. "'Come, play! said he: 'it's a jolly time for puss-in-the-corner.
Gay hesitated, Furry-Purry, who could not hear what they said, and who, to tell the truth, was in a great hurry to eat her mouse, ran off with it to the barn. The next morning, however, she came again, and Mr. Gay, who was waiting for his breakfast, was called to the window. "'My cat has come again, papa, with another mouse a monstrous one, too. "'That isn't a mouse, Mr.
"'And you know every body? "'If you mean in the first rank of society yes. Your Barebones, and Hop-an'-jumps, and creatures of that vulgar herd, are quite out of my category. "'Perhaps you know of some house-cat dead or gone away? "'And if I do? "'You might put me in her place, you know. "'Yellow Cat, said Mrs. Tabitha, severely. "'If you please, my name is Furry-Purry.
"'Tom, said Furry-Purry, 'I never shall play again. I am very unhappy. I have seen Mrs. Tabitha Velvetpaw lying on a silk cushion, while I make my bed in the hay. She walks on a lovely soft carpet, and I have only this barn floor. O Tom, I want to be a house-cat. "'A house-cat! repeated Tom disdainfully. 'They sleep all day.
"'Well, Furry-Purry, then. Your presumption can only be pardoned in consideration of your ignorance of the usages of society. House-cats, you must know, hold their position in families by hereditary descent. My place, for instance, was my mother's and my grandmother's before me. We are prepared by birth and education for the position we occupy.
She proved a valuable family cat, and her descendants, to the fourth generation, are living in my friend's family to-day. "Out of these materials I have dressed up the story of "The door of the great house stood open and Furry-Purry looked in. "Furry-Purry was a small yellow cat striped down the back with a darker shade of the same color.
"I have thought of a story for you to tell us this afternoon the story of the barn-cat that wanted so much to become a house-cat. Don't you remember that story you used to tell us long ago?" "Oh, yes!" Mollie said; "her name was Furry-Purry, and she lived with Granny Barebones, and there was Tom Tom some thing; what was his name? Tell us that, Aunt Ruth, do!"
Sharp-pointed claws protruded from each velvet foot, and, hissing and spitting, she tumbled over Furry-Purry in her haste, and scrambled to the topmost branch of the pear-tree. The little cat followed, imitating her guide in every particular. As for the dog, which was in pursuit of game, he did not even look at them; and when he was out of sight they came down from the tree, Mrs.
You will only encourage her to come again. There, pussy, run away home; we can't have you here. "'Now, mamma, you have frightened her. See how she keeps looking back. I'm afraid you've hurt her feelings. Dear little pussy! I wish I might call you back. "Furry-Purry was not discouraged at this her first unsuccessful attempt.
"Half glad and half frightened, Furry-Purry walked by her side the next evening, delighting in the soft green turf of the yard and the sweet-smelling shrubs against which she ventured to rub herself as they passed. Mrs. Tabitha led her round the house to a piazza draped with clustering vines. "'Come here to-morrow, said she. 'Walk boldly up the steps and seat yourself in full view of that window.
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