Tibby was much too busy to take any notice of a little kitten.
The cook was not at all nice either, for instead of pitying Minette and giving her a tit-bit of fish as Mary would have done, she said, “Get out of my way,” and shooed her out of the kitchen.
It was a very subdued and sad little kitten that trotted back round the corner and along the passage, and to tell the truth, Minette was not at all sorry to get back to her own cosy little basket and home where no one was unkind to her.
Still though not very successful, this had been an adventure and Minette pretended to Tompkins she had had a perfectly lovely time.
“This is a dull old room,” she told him, “the kitchen is much finer. It is beautifully warm for there is a great big fire, and there are heaps of saucers and plates, and such delicious smells.”
“Did you get anything to eat?” asked Tompkins.