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Updated: May 20, 2025
He slept in Cricket's bed at night, and if by any chance he was shut out when the family went to bed, and the house was locked up, he would make night hideous with lamentations, to an extent that would soon bring some one down to let him in. One day the familiar meow sounded, and Cricket, who was curled up in the hammock, reading, instantly sprang up.
"Good riddance, I say!" spoke Nibbles. "That big old thing was ugly! And it smelled awful!" "Where's Fisher?" asked Elephant. "I think the thingy ate her up after all." "I sure hope not!" "I'm fine," came the feline meow. "Is that beast gone away yet?" "It has," answered the pachyderm. Oddly, neither Nibbles nor Tweaty felt the slightest tinge of fear at the sight of the cat.
Possibly they may go farther still. There seems to be no reason why they should linger on the way to untrammeled freedom or restrict themselves within a scale. The boundless empire of sound is at their disposal and let them profit by it. That is what dogs do when they bay at the moon, cats when they meow, and the birds when they sing. A German has written a book to prove that the birds sing false.
At last Alice stood still, quite close to the big stove, wondering where she could look next. "Meow! meow! meow!" "Oh, mamma. It sounds loudest right here!" Alice's mother bent her head and listened. "So it does," she said. Then she put her hand on the door of the big warming oven. She pulled it open, and out walked Topsy, very warm indeed, but not hurt at all.
Across the dim shadows of that haunted room there must have passed some secret signal of distress between the animals. Smoke stood up and looked swiftly about him. He uttered a piteous meow and trotted smartly away into the greater darkness by the windows. What his object was only those endowed with the spirit-like intelligence of cats might know.
"He is asking for somebody to take him down," said Freddie. "Aren't you, Snoop?" "Meow!" answered the black kitten. "Oh, dear me, what will you do now?" cried Flossie, as she came chasing up. "Perhaps I can get to the roof from the inside," said Bert, and he darted quickly into the barn. There were a rickety pair of stairs leading to the barn loft and these he mounted.
Once he heard a cat meow, away back at the rear of the lot. He waited through a comparative lull, and when the wind whooped again and struck the building with a fresh blast, Starr jumped to the ground within the yard. He crouched for a minute, a shot-loaded quirt held butt forward in his hand.
When the pleasant evening meal was over and all the family sat around the cozy fire, papa said: "I think I know how to make Topsy come, if she is in the house." "Oh, how?" cried Alice. Papa said nothing but he puckered up his lips and began to whistle in loud, shrill tones. At the first note something stirred on top of the china closet. Then there was a short, protesting meow.
Just listen a moment," he said, as he held the basket close to Alice's ear. The little girl stood on her tiptoes and fairly held her breath. Soon she heard a faint sound: "Meow! meow! meow!" "It's a kitty! It's a kitty! Do open the basket quickly, papa," cried Alice, dancing up and down and clapping her hands. Then she tried to push her fingers under the cover.
But the sound kept on increasing till it most resembled the yowling of a very strong-voiced Cat, and still grew till each separate "meow" might have been the yell of a Panther. Then at its highest and loudest there was a prolonged "meow" and silence, followed finally by the sweet chant of the Song-sparrow. A great light dawned on Little Beaver.
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