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Updated: May 20, 2025
Will you meow?" "Yes and you meow back, if you get a chance. Last time, you kep' me a-meowing around till old Hays went to throwing rocks at me and says 'Dern that cat! and so I hove a brick through his window but don't you tell." "I won't. I couldn't meow that night, becuz auntie was watching me, but I'll meow this time. Say what's that?" "Nothing but a tick." "Where'd you get him?"
He sat there in the top of the tall butternut tree, and pretended that he was Mister Blackbird, and he sang Mister Blackbird's song all the way through. Then he said "Meow!" and then he sang a song very much like Robert Robin's "Rain" song, then he said "Meow!" again, and laughed.
"Eldorado," he said once, cockily, as if he remembered something from the Spanish part of his background. They got almost three-quarters across that unimaginable stretch of emptiness before there was a bad sign. It was a catcall literally in their helmet phones. "Meow!" It was falsely plaintive and innocuous. It was a maliciously childish promise of trouble. A little later, there was a chuckle.
Look at the cow of the moose, the doe of the deer, the she of the lynx, the female of the wolf, the she of the bear, the goose, the duck, the hen, and the female of the rabbit. What do they do when they want a mate? . . . They bellow and run, they meow and bow, they howl and prance, they twitter and dance . . . just as women have always done. And when the male comes, what does the female do?
Presently, a prolonged cry was heard again, and again Cricket started in quest of him. She looked and called everywhere, but George W. was nowhere to be found, though his meow, with a quality peculiar to himself, seemed to come from no particular place, but to pervade the air generally. "Come and help me find George W.," she called to Eunice and Edna, who were also on the piazza.
That was all very well for the "mild" cats, but the spit-fiery ones were not so easily satisfied. One of them sent him a letter addressed, "Mr. H. W. Meow Huskey, Senate Chamber, Carson City." Others still more vindictive pasted a picture of a large tomcat, hunched of back and bristling of hair, right next to the Senator's campaign picture which already decorated the middle of the Truckee.
"Now," said the little girl, "you have grown to be such big pussies that it is time you learned to work. You must earn your dinner. What do you say to that?" "Meow! meow!" said Tipkins. "Meow! meow!" said Trotkins. "Meow! meow!" said Tipkins and Trotkins together. Which seemed to mean, "That we will, little mistress; only show us how."
But while she was watching the poor mouse's plight, A deep growl behind made her jump with affright; She gave a great cry, and then started to run As swift as a bullet that 's shot from a gun! "Meow! Oh, meow "our poor Puss did say; "Bow-wow!" cried the dog, who was not far away. O'er meadows and ditches they scampered apace, O'er fences and hedges they kept up the race!
"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail. "May I go, too?" said the dog. "No," said Billy Bobtail. "Yes, I will," said the dog. "Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail. So the dog followed on after Billy Bobtail. They went along a little way farther and met a cat. "Meow, meow, meow!" said the cat. "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"
All the players sit in a circle, one being chosen out. This one kneels before each player in turn and says, in pitiful tones: "Meow!" Each player, when addressed by "pussy," must say, without smiling: "Poor Pussy." "Pussy" addresses each player three times, trying her best to make the players laugh.
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