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write an autobiography account of stray cat

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The Autobiography of a Stray

I *Cat.

By "SEASPRITE" (13 years).

TT is rather an embarrassing situa-

tion for one to describe himself. I

will therefore quote my former mis-

tress:-"My cat, Pete, is pure black,

except for a pretty white patch on his

throat. ' He has large green eyes,

that twimkle like stars during the

night. I love him dearly because he

Is so playful."

* I also liked my little mistress, but

humans are strange people, and Betty

was no exception. She made a bas-

ket, lined it with gauzy material, and

tied a large bow on the handle. I

submitted to being put into this every

evening. As soon as the house was

quiet I would creep out and try to

catch some mice. I was on the point

of rebellion when my fate seemed de-

cided for me my the arrival of Betty's

cousin.

Dorothy was younger than Betty,

and took a great fancy to me. She

stroked me and played with my tail.

At last Betty agreed to transfer me

to Dorothy's keeping. Although that

is quite a year ago, I clearly remem-

ber my bitter feelings when I heard

about this. One very dark evening I

decided to run away.

I am now a stray cat. I beg or

work for food. I once heard a human

being say: "Work is scarce. There is

a great deal of unemployment, and

tile rations are scarce, and every one

is poor." This certainly was the case

with me. Mice and rats were few,

and cheese was a delicacy of the past.

I occasionally got homesick, but when

I remember how free I am, all other

thoughts vanish. I cannot understand

how humans can live in one place all

their lives. I prefer to beg or starve

than to lie on a lined basket.

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