Blackie was given a fine supper and then she washed herself and went to sleep on her own soft cushion again. And oh! how good it felt after her nights of sleeping under haystacks, and among boxes and barrels!
In a few days Blackie began to get fat again and soon she was like herself. She even dared get up on the fence and make faces at the dog next door, and he was so surprised at seeing how brave Blackie was that he forgot to bark.
Blackie was lonesome for Speckle, the other cat, as she wanted to tell him some of her adventures, but he was not home, nor were the people who lived in the house. But one day Blackie heard a noise in the next yard. She heard a door in the house open.
“Oh, perhaps that is Speckle coming back!” Blackie thought.
She gave a jump, and easily went over the fence, and there, surely enough, in the yard, was Speckle.
“Why, how well you jumped that fence!” said Speckle.
“Yes, I learned that on my journey when I was lost and had so many adventures,” cried Blackie.
“That’s right, you did go away,” said Speckle. “I had forgotten.”
“Where have you been?” asked Blackie.
“Oh, off in the country on a vacation with my folks,” answered the other cat. “I had a fine time, too. Did you?”