“I skinned the cat on it!” boasted George.
This did not mean just what it seems to. George did not really skin a cat. But he turned himself through his arms as he hung by his hands on the trapeze bar. This is called “skinning the cat,” and I have no doubt you boys have often done it.
“Come on, Bunny!” cried Charlie.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” Bunny said, “But you ought to see what Patter did just now!”
“Did he find a hen’s nest and roll in the eggs?” asked Harry. Once Bunny’s other dog, Splash, had done this, and when he came out he looked “just like an omelet,” Bunker Blue had said.
“No, Patter didn’t roll in any eggs,” laughed Bunny. “But he climbed up the haymow ladder to me.”
“No! Did he really?” cried the boys.
“Come and see!” invited Bunny.
Leaving the trapeze, the other boys hurried over the hay to Bunny, where the little boy sat on the pile of dried fodder with Patter.
“Let’s see him do it!” called George.