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( Originally Published 1928 )


A WOMAN in a city in Ohio tells a very interesting story of how she learned from her dog a humane lesson which she says will stay by her during her entire life.

The dog for some time was the only pet in the family, but owing to the infringement of rats and mice upon the place, they decided to add a cat to the household. Like many other people who have not learned to consider the value of a cat from many standpoints, as soon as her work was done the woman decided she was of no further use, and was somewhat of a nuisance. She therefore insisted that her husband should carry the cat away to a remote section of the city and drop it, leaving it to find a home for itself, and trusting that some heart would be kinder than hers.

Her insistence brought about the desired result. The dog, who at first had not been in sympathy with the addition of a cat to the family circle, had later become much attached to her and seemed to miss her. Later in the year when winter had set in, the woman was one day sitting at her window, sewing. It had been snowing hard throughout the day, and she looked out upon a world of trackless white. In the distance she saw the dog floundering through the snow with something in his mouth. When he reached the gate she discovered that it was a cat, and at the threshold that it was the puss which she had abandoned. The dog had brought the cat safely home, carrying it well up out of the snow, without injury. Whether he found it on its way home, or whether he had searched until he found it at the place where it had been dropped, is not known. He could not tell, but the wagging of his tail was expressive of his satisfaction in having found his old friend.


A MANX cat who lived in the same family with a fox terrier, developed a great affection for him. On one occasion the dog, who was seated in a lady's lap, vented his feelings in a long, low whine or howl. The cat, who was on the hearth rug, looked at the dog with a sympathetic expression, and at last, apparently unable to listen to his weeping any longer, jumped upon the lady's knees, put her paws around the dog's neck and kissed his cheek with her lips. This occurred twice, the dog the second time responding by licking her back in the tenderest manner. " The Spectator "


A Puppy was brought to a home where a big Angora cat had been a pet for five years. Everyone expected trouble. The two were introduced. Bob, the cat, jumped on a chair and watched the puppy, interested but apparently neither afraid not displeased. Later, when the puppy was asleep, Bob walked up to him, seemingly quite anxious to know just what it was. In a few days he had quite adopted the little fellow and now is devoted to him.

They play together, run for the same ball, roll on the floor, and sit for hours on the window seat looking out. When the puppy is scolded for some puppy mischief, Bob is at once on the scene, pushes himself between the person and the little dog, and licks the puppy very gently to express his sympathy. A. E. K.


I HAVE a cat who early developed a bad disposition. She would scratch and bite, as the old verses say, because "she delighted to." I have two dogs who were both very shy of her. Suddenly a great change came over her, and she became very gentle and affectionate, and a most devoted mother. Her kittens being in the stable, she brought one through the window and laid it down at the feet of my large dog "Carlo." After a while she brought another and laid it beside "Muff," a small terrier dog, seeming to feel that they would be well cared for. As she has since brought them in at every opportunity, " Muff " will not leave the room, and takes charge of them during her absence. Often you will see the cat, dog and three kittens playing together in one chair. At night she regularly retires to her bed in the stable. Can you account for this sudden conversion?

From "Our Dumb Animals" M. E. H.


THE PROPRIETOR Of a Third Avenue store owns a little black kitten that has a habit of squatting on its haunches, like a bear or a kangaroo, and then sparring with its fore paws as if it had taken lessons from a pugilist.

A gentleman took into the store the other evening an enormous black dog, half Newfoundland, half collie, fat, goodnatured and intelligent. The tiny black kitten, instead of bolting at once for shelter, retreated a few paces, sat erect on its hind legs, and "put its fists" in an attitude of defiance. The contrast in size between the two was intensely amusing. It reminded one of Jack the Giant Killer preparing to demolish a giant.

Slowly and without a sign of excitability the huge dog walked as far as his chain would allow him, and gazed intently at the kitten and its odd posture. Then, as the comicality of the situation struck him, he turned his head and shoulders around to the spectators, and if an animal ever laughed in the world, that dog assuredly did so, then and there. He neither barked nor growled, but indulged in a low chuckle, while his eyes and mouth beamed with merriment.

New York "Telegram"


"I HAD," says Mr. Wenzel, "a cat and dog who became so attached to each other, that they would never willingly be asunder. Whenever the dog got any choice morsel of food, he was sure to divide it with his whiskered friend. They always ate sociably out of one plate, slept in the same bed, and daily walked out together. Wishing to put this apparently sincere friendship to the proof, I, one day, took the cat by herself into my room, while I had the dog guarded in another apartment. I entertained the cat in a most sumptuous manner, being desirous to see what sort of a meal she would make without her friend, who had hitherto been her constant table companion. The cat enjoyed the treat with great glee, and seemed to have entirely forgotten the dog. I had had a partridge for dinner, half of which I intended to keep for supper. My wife covered it with a plate, and put it into a cupboard, the door of which she did not lock. The cat left the room, and I walked out upon business. My wife, meanwhile, sat at work in an adjoining apartment.

"When I returned home, she related to me the following circumstances: The cat, having hastily left the dining room, went to the dog, and mewed uncommonly loud, and in different tones of voice, which the dog, from time to time, answered with a short bark. They then went both to the door of the room where the cat had dined, and waited till it was opened. One of my children opened the door, and immediately the two friends entered the apartment. The mewing of the cat excited my wife's attention. She rose from her seat, and stepped softly up to the door, which stood ajar, to observe what was going on. The cat led the dog to the cupboard which contained the partridge, pushed off the plate which covered it, and, taking out my intended supper, laid it before her canine friend, who devoured it greedily. Probably the cat by her mewing had given the dog to understand what an excellent meal she had made, and how sorry she was that he had not participated in it; but, at the same time, had given him to understand that something was left for him in the cupboard, and persuaded him to follow her thither. Since that time I have paid particular attention to these animals, and am perfectly convinced that they communicate to each other whatever seems interesting to either." "Anecdotes of the Animal Kingdom "


A KITTEN and collie are playmates, living together in peace and harmony most of the time, with only occasional differences of opinion. These differences were forgotten one day when Kitty, basking in the warm sunshine before her doorway, was made the object of attack by a strange dog who had somehow slipped up unseen.

Caught unaware, Kitty was trapped in the corner of the step. Fighting valiantly, making every claw count, she was however fast losing ground, when Bonnie, the collie, released from the house by its worried mistress, shot across the step and knocked the smaller dog to the ground, escorting it with little ceremony to the nearest street corner, later returning to stand guard beneath the tree in which kitty had taken refuge in the respite this afforded.


THE FOLLOWING story showing how a dog learned to wash his face from a friendly cat is told by Miss Helen M. Winslow.

"Larrie, our wonderful collie, was early taught that the cats were his especial property, to be loved and protected by him. Consequently they loved and considered him their faithful guardian and were his devoted admirers. One cat, especially, used to wash Larrie's face, lapping the soft hair in a way that seemed to appeal to his sense of comfort. After a few years this cat died and was duly mourned by her canine friend. Evidently he missed her ministrations too, far after a little, he seemed to recall her face washings, and also how she cleaned her own; and it was not long before he began to lick his own paws and then rub them over his face exactly as the cats do; and all the rest of his life he washed his own face daily a la chat."


A LADY inserted the following in a newspaper: "Wanted; a companion for a lady; a total abstainer, must be cleanly in her habits, and must know a little about nursing. Comfortable home; no salary."

A few days later she received by rail a basket containing a tabby cat, with a ticket round its neck saying:

"In reply to your advertisement I recommend bearer. She is a total abstainer, cleanly in her habits, and knows a little of nursing, having brought up a large family. She will be pleased to accept a comfortable home and requires no salary." "Boston Post"


Mission Inn, Riverside, Would Not Be the Same Without Historic Figure

..."I HAVE often written about the figure of a cat that occupies a corner in the patio of the Mission Inn, and has as great an attraction for me as John Steven McGroarty's has for him. Normandy travelers recognize the gable where this cat prowls as a replica of the inn of William the Conqueror at Dives, Normandy, where F. Hopkinson Smith wrote the story, " The Arm Chair at the Inn." The figure is a common one on buildings in that country; he certainly prowls over this roof right royally. The inn is a very noted one, unique the world over, and, at one time and another has housed half the noted men of Europe, rulers, sculptors, writers, artists and social butterflies. On the wall in the lobby, between the two entrances to the music room, hangs a painting of this inn by Hopkinson Smith, that remarkable man who was author, artist and bridge-builder, and a success in all. A very genial, unpretentious man, as I recall him at the O'Brien studios in Chicago.

Meanwhile, the cat looks down complacently on the crowds dining or lunching in the patio, knowing that they will yield to the restful atmosphere and begin to say to themselves and the cat,' Why hurry? 'The cat knows:'

Gussie Packard Dubois

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