“I don’t know him,” spoke Muffins.
“He just moved there,” went on Blackie, “and he was only just let up out of the cellar.”
“Hum!” said Muffins. “Well, run away if you like, but, as for me, I can find plenty of adventures around the house. Why, only a little while ago, the cook dropped a bottle of cream and spilled it on the kitchen floor. I was there and I licked up all the cream. Oh, it was good! I’d invite you in to have some, only it’s all gone now. That was an adventure, I can tell you!”
“Yes, cream is good,” said Blackie, “but I don’t call that an adventure.”
“No?” asked Muffins. “Then, pray tell me, what is an adventure?”
“Oh, when a dog chases you and makes you jump a higher fence than you ever before leaped over,” said Blackie. “That is an adventure.”
“Yes, I should say so,” agreed Muffins. “It’s a kind I shouldn’t like. I’d rather have our cook drop another bottle of cream.”
“Oh, well, of course all adventures that come to you when you have run away aren’t dog-chasing ones,” said Blackie. “I only spoke of that one because Speckle told me. I really never had any adventures myself so I can’t tell you about them. But, anyhow, I am running away. Would you like to come along?” asked Blackie politely of Muffins.
“No, I thank you. I’m going to stay here. Home is good enough for me. But where are you going to run to, if I may ask?”
“Oh, not any special place,” answered the black cat. “I am just going to run, that’s all.”