"Yes, it is fair, too. And don't you mew at me."
Fluffy reached the post safely, and then tried to turn. But that was not such an easy matter. He lost his balance. His tail waved wildly. His claws clutched the fence. He teetered back and forth, and then, with a loud mew, he half jumped, half fell, down on the flower bed below.
Jazbury laughed and laughed, the way kittens do. You wouldn't have known he was laughing. You couldn't have heard it, but a cat or kitten could. It hurt Fluffy's feelings to be laughed at.
Fluffy set out along the top of the fence, walking very slowly
"I don't care. I don't believe you could do it, either," he mewed.
"Now watch me!" said Jazbury.
He ran gaily out along the fence top with never a pause or mis-step. He ran all the way down one side without stopping, and then started across the back fence toward the other side.
Now back of Jazbury's yard was another yard, and a very rough boy lived there. The boy was out in the yard now. He was squirting a hose, and another boy with a very dirty face was there with him.
"Hi!" cried the dirty-faced boy. "Look at that kitten walking along the fence."