EE this small boy on the kitchen-table. How did he ever get up there with such little short legs? And what is he looking at?
He is looking out of the window. He sees a cat on the sill outside. It is an old strange cat.
The little boy is fond of kittens; but he does not like cats. He is not polite to the strange cat.
"What do you want here?" he says. "Why do you stare at me so? Do you want to eat me? I'm not a mouse. Go away!"
The cat answers with one word, "Mew!"
"What do you say?" asks the boy. "Are you cold? Do you want to come in? Do you want some milk?"
And all that the cat says is, "Mew!"
"Go away!" says the boy again. "My mother does not like strange cats. I do not like strange cats. If you are hungry, go and catch a rat. You can't come in here."