But Topsy put up her back, and her eyes looked very fierce.
“Poor Topsy, indeed!” said the cat, angrily; “don’t think to coax me, you never think of me in the house, you pull my whiskers and my tail, and you never give me a bit of meat, or anything nice that you are eating; and this morning, though I sat on the chair beside you, longing for a little new milk, you drank it all up—you did not leave me a drop. You are the most selfish little girl I know, and I don’t like you, so I am going to scratch you.”
“Oh dear! oh dear!” said Linda, “please don’t. The carrots have punished me till I am quite sore.”
“Cats, cats, one and all,
Tabby, tortoise-shell, come when I call,
Gray and yellow, black and white
Cats and kittens, come hither to-night.”
called the cat loudly.
Ah! all the cats and kittens in the world must have come. So many! And they all thronged round her, and sat upon her shoulders, and clung round her arms.
“All the cats in the world hate you,” said Topsy.