“Come over and talk to me,” invited Topaz. “There are no dogs here.”
So Blackie went over and had a nice talk with the yellow cat. Blackie told about her adventures, and how she got on the roof and was taken in by Mrs. Thompson.
“Yes, she is a good lady, and kind to cats,” said Topaz. “I go over to see her once in a while, and she gives me nice things to eat. She had a white cat once.”
“What happened to her?” asked Blackie.
“Oh, while Mrs. Thompson was out one day a bad boy tied a tin can to the white cat’s tail, and it frightened her so that she ran away, and never came back. We never saw her again.”
“That was too bad,” said Blackie. “It was an unpleasant adventure.”
“It’s best to stay home,” spoke the yellow cat. “No adventures for me!”
“If you don’t have adventures you will never be a good fence-jumper,” Blackie said. “Speckle, the cat who lived next door to me in my other home, told me so.”
“Well, jumping fences isn’t all there is in life,” spoke Topaz, as she washed her face with her paw.