Then they told us what they had been doing. They had been having a mouse hunt in the kitchen.
They had hidden under the big armchair in which Cook sits on Sundays, and then, when it was all quite dark and quiet, they had watched the big hole by the store cupboard.
In a little while, two fat mice had popped out, and then—the hunt began.
“We caught them both,” said Fluffy. “We had one each. Oh, what a lovely time we had!”
Next time they go hunting, I am going, too.
One day Kitty and I had a most tremendous adventure. We went to the grand Show up in London.
The journey was not a bit nice, but we kept very close to each other, and shut our eyes up tight, and tried to pretend we were not shut up in a hamper, but under Cook's chair, waiting for the mice to come out.
When we got to the Show we felt a little strange, but we soon got used to the noise and all the people.
“We must look our best, Kitty, Miss Daisy said so,” I whispered. “We are much handsomer than the other cats here; let us show ourselves off.”
And we did.