“Found her mewing up in a tree.”
By this time Flossie and Freddie, having heard Bert enter, ran to greet him, and they, too, saw the pussy.
“Oh, can I have her?” Flossie wanted to know, reaching up to stroke the animal in Bert’s arms.
“Is that Snoop growed little?” Freddie asked, for Snoop was a very big cat.
“This is Snowflake—a new cat,” Bert answered. “I named her Snowflake because I got her out in the snowstorm.”
“Oh, I just love her!” cried Flossie. “Please let me hold Snowflake!”
“I want to hold her, too,” broke in Freddie.
“Now look here!” said Bert, somewhat sternly. “There must be no pulling this pussy apart by you two to see who’s going to hold her. You must take turns. As soon as I hear you disputing over the pussy I’ll put her back in the tree where I found her.”
This was such a terrible thing to think of having happen that Flossie and Freddie were quite alarmed.
“I won’t pull the pussy,” promised Freddie.