In a moment, Teenie Weenie and Nibbles had run across the room and jumped up on the table. Nibbles tried first one thing and then another, each tasting better than the last.
Suddenly Teenie Weenie gave a little gasp of terror, which startled Nibbles so that he nearly fell into a finger-bowl.
“What is the matter, Teenie?” he asked, rather crossly, for in his fright he had dropped a particularly nice bit of cake on the floor.
“The Cat,” whispered Teenie Weenie, in a terrified voice.
Nibbles looked around, and suddenly he saw, in a chair close by, a big gray and white animal, which was evidently just waking up, and was stretching itself and yawning. Such terrible teeth and sharp claws as it had!
While Nibbles gazed at it, too frightened to move, the Cat turned around, and its green eyes glared as it saw the two trembling little mice.
Before the sleepy Cat could jump on the table however, Nibbles and Teenie Weenie were on the floor, and an instant later they were fairly tumbling out of the window into the garden. Down the village street they ran, and never stopped until they were safe in the open country once more.