One day he heard that the birds were ill.
“Now is my time,” he said. “I will get a bird to eat to-day.”
So he put on a tall hat and a coat.
He took a cane in one hand and a box of pills in the other.
Then he went to the bird house and rapped at the door.
“Who is there?” asked an old bird.
“It is I, the doctor,” said the cat. “I heard that you were ill. So I have come to see you. I have some pills that will make you well. Open the door.”
The old bird looked out.
“Your words are kind,” he said, “like the words of the good doctor. Your hat, coat, cane, and box of pills are like his. But your paws are those of the old cat. Go away! We will not let you in. We do not want your pills. We are more likely to get well without your help than with it.”