“I think I'd rather be ripped than pounded on a marble hearth,” I said miserably.
“So would I,” said Mona. “You'll be a long time getting over this. However, you are a kitten and will recover more quickly than a cat would.”
“Do you suppose she will be a long time getting over her scratches?” I asked. “I wouldn't like to injure her permanently.”
“You couldn't, kitten,” said Mona with a laugh. “She will be all right to-morrow. When you fight next, choose some cat your own size.”
“But you don't advise fights,” I remarked anxiously.
“No, never fight unless you are sure you can beat the other cat.”
“But how can you be sure?”
“You can't be—now how do you feel?”
“Much better—ever so much. There is healing in your tongue.”
“Now put your head down, and go to sleep,” said Mona, “and I will watch, and see that no one disturbs you,” and she lay down in front of the kennel.