That afternoon Snowball brought Ebony home with her and seemed so fond of him that I could do no less than ask him to stay, and for the first time they sat in their now usual resting place—down at my feet on the warm red tiles.
How do I know about the rescue? Ah, that's quite a story, too; not to-day, Dear.
"Scat!"
Said a greedy old tramp of a cat:
"I declare, I heard someone say 'scat!'
Of course I might run;
But t'would spoil all this fun,
And I don't see much reason in that."
"Kittens will be Kittens."
The kittens were playing a sort of "follow-the-leader" in and out of their comfortable box of straw, while Mrs. Tabby Cat sat patiently by, only occasionally glancing at them to make sure that all three were safe.