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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 21, 1913, Image 8

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It was just aiwngry little pussy
cat. I guess it hadn't eaten for sev
eral days because it meowed so piti
fully and it walked kind of wobbly
and it was so thin that you could
count its ribs if you bothered and
it put Its paws down on the pave
"ment and lifted them up again so
There were lots of people passing
by, but no one stopped to help the
kitty, so I took it into a grocery
store and had the man give me a
wooden container that they use for
hamburger steak and open a bottle
of milk, and I stood and watched the
.hungry, abused little1 kitty eat.
. "I guess it hasn't any home," the
grocer mused, then he asked with a
broad grm on his face: "Going to
adopt it?"
"I haven't any place I could put it,"
-I said. "Can you take it?"
. "No, I've got a cat. Big fellow.
jKeep him for catching rats. One
cat's enough."
: Then we both stood by silently. I
;felt a little ashamed that I couldn't
-take the kitty, and a little ashamed
.that I did not know anyone who
would take it for me, and that when
lit had finished this bottle of milk it
imust go out in the cold again, and
it must be hungry again.
r- "Isn't it odd. there isn't any place
.for that cat?" I said to the grocery
iman. "He wouldn't need to cost any
jtthing if he were put in a warehouse
;where there were plenty of rats, and
fhe would be worth his keep to some
-family who were bothered with
. "Hm! Yes! But he isn't a very
yespectabie looking object right now,
ds he? Now, if he were one of them--Angoras,
I know a dozen people that
would grab him up and he wouldn't
have to-bother about earning his liv
ing just have to sit on a cushion
and let the ladies stroke him."
Then we didn't say anything more
for a while again, and I tried to figure
some way I could do something for
that kitty. I knew somewhere there
were places you took starving kitties,
but I wasn't at all sure what happen
ed to them when you took them
there, whether they chloroformed
them or sold them to some clin'i to
operate upon, and I couldn't tate a
chance with the kitty I would rath
er it took its own chance with des
tiny. And I knew I could not take him
to my rooming house because" they
have a pet dog and the dog hates
cats. And I knew I couldn't keep the
kitty shut up in my room all day
while I was away.
I thought over my list of friends
and acquaintances, but somehow
there was a reason why none of them
would want that kitty.
A lump in my throat made me feel
choked. I felt so horribly ashamed,
just as I have felt lots of times when
people who were destitute have need
ed help and I could only help them
such a little bit
And just when I was going to walk
out of the store and try to forget the
whole thing, the grocer said:
"If you feel so bad about it, lady,
I'll take the cat. No doubt he will
soon fatten up and then he can earn
his keep around here."
And I didnt care at all that I
squeezed the groceryman's hand with
a warmth that I guess he didn't un
derstand and probably never willun
derstand. And I didn't care at all that he
crimsoned with embarrassment at
my effusive thanks, and assured me
it "wasn't anything."
For I knew he had done a "great
big" thing so far as I was concerned.
I will never have to wonder if that
kitty is hungry, again.

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