“‘Tell us about the eight lives,’ said Dum and Dee; and at a sign from Mouseroun, Phi made the same request.
“‘I will try,’ replied the feeble cat, ‘if you will bear with my weakness.’”
The Story of the Feeble Cat and Her Nine Lives.
“My name is Pixie. I have lived my eight lives, speaking after the manner of cats, and am now in my ninth, which will soon end.
To Catch Butterflies.
“When I was small and very young I was dropped in water. The water washed me back to the sand. I could not stir. I was kicked. People said ‘dead kitten.’ A great cat took me to a good place and licked me, and I opened my eyes. The great cat came many times. I should not have lived if she had not caught butterflies and grasshoppers for me. She got very good butterflies. Sometimes her spotted kitten came to see me, and sometimes she went to the fields with her mother to get butterflies and grasshoppers for me, and one day she brought me a very big grasshopper.
