Pussy's Adopted Children by S. D. L.
When I was a little
girl I had a dear old pussy.
She was black and white,
handsome and dignified,
yet a grand playfellow
when she chose to put off
Great was my delight,
one lovely spring morning,
to find that pussy had
two beautiful little babies
in an old basket under the
shed steps. She was so
glad to have me see them,
and so proud of the little
soft, plump things, that
she purred her loudest.
For three weeks mamma,
kitty, and I nursed
those babies with increasing
she wanted to take the
air, or call on a friend, I
was always ready to sit
by the basket till she came
One sad night Thomas Gray, an old enemy of pussy's, broke
into her house and killed both those darlings. Their mother
didn't shed a tear, but my tears fell fast. The little creatures had
just begun to be very cunning, and my disappointment was sore.
Over in the brick house across the street was another mamma
kitty, with five nice children. They were about the same age as
our kittens. Two were very like ours; so I got the idea of begging
for them, and giving them to my pussy. Away I ran to ask my
mamma's friend in the brick house if she would give me two of her
kittens. She laughed, and said, "I wish you would take them all."
I carried home the two I wanted, and gave them to our sad pussy
as she lay by the kitchen stove. At first she sniffed at them
eagerly, but they didn't smell one bit like her own sweet babies.
Then she was angry at the trick I seemed to be playing. Her
eyes looked fierce. She rose up, growled, and spit at the little
strangers, and tried to run away. But I held her while Mary, the
girl, brought some milk in a saucer. Kitty was hungry, and so
were the little ones; they tried to lap the milk with her, but
they could only wet their bits of noses, and nearly sneezed their
Then they cried piteously, and looked at our pussy mother in
such an appealing way that it seemed to touch her. In a little
while she curled down on the floor and let them take her own
Presently she began to wash their little heads, and then to sing
"gray thrums" to them. At last she made up her mind that they
were very nice little things, and she would be a good mother to
them. And she was. Nobody would ever guess that they were
not her own children.