Fluffy squeezed through between the palings, and the two little kittens greeted each other joyfully. They rubbed noses and purred and purred. After that they began to play. They ran races along the paths, and tried to catch the butterflies, and had a fine time together.
At lunch time Fluffy had to go home, but he and Jazbury agreed to meet out in the garden every single day, unless it rained, and play together just as they used to do. It made Jazbury very happy to know he was to have his little friend living so near him.
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It was a warm, sunny day in June.
The two little kittens had met as they often did, under a large blush rosebush in the garden. Jazbury did not seem as lively and playful as usual.
"What's the matter with you, Jazbury?" asked Fluffy. "You seem so quiet. Don't you want to play?"
"No."
"Why?"
Jazbury was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I've just had a bath again."
"Oh, Jazbury! Not again?"