You kant trust one, enney more than yu kan a case ov the gout. Thare iz only one mortal thing, that yu kan trust a cat with, and cum out even, and that iz, a bar ov hard sope.
They are az meak as Mosiss, but az full ov develtry az Judus Iskaratt.
THE CAT, AND THE KANGAROO.
They will harvest a dozen ov yung chickens for yu, and then steal into the sitting room, az softly az an undertaker, and lay themselfs down on the rug, at yure feet, full ov injured innocence, and chicken, and dream ov their childhood days.
All thare iz, sure about a cat, that iz domestik, that i kno ov, iz, that yu kant looze one.
You kant looze a cat,—they are az hard to looze, az a bad reputashun iz.
You may send one out ov the state, dun up in a meal bag, and marked, “C. O. D.,” and the next morning yu will find him, or her, (accordin tew sex) in the same old spot, along side ov the kitchen stove, reddy tew be stepped on.
Cats hav got two good ears for melody, and often make the night atmosphear melodious, with their opera musik.
But the most wonderful thing, about a cat, that haz bin diskovered yet, iz their fear ov death.