Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-02-16
KITTY'S LETTER.

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and authentic portrait OF her.
She was graceful, froicsome, live
ly little creature, and specially addict
ed to running round after her own tail.
As she never could catch 1t, the interest
of the pursuit never abated. For you
see If she had once caught it she would
have found out that it was only her own
tail ands ct wonderful meteor, and
she would nave found, moreover, that
her own tail was not convenient play
thing. In this respect she was like
some young people / know OF, Who are
always on the chase after something
that they cannot get, and very soon tire
of everything that they can get.
But must tell you about Kitty's let
ter. In these days, you know, every
body takes to writing. Old ladies and
young ladies and little girls md little
boys all try their hands, so that the
world is In fair way OF knowing Just
how it looks to everybody and why
should not Pussy have her turnl
At all events, one morning Karl and
Lulu found the following letter tied
round her neck with blue ribbon.
Did Kitty write it2 What did she
WI-bC Will DA0 SIG tic ~ Loti1Al ncI
own neck 7 And where did she get the
ribboni
Patience, my dear little folks,-how
should / know everythingl If Kitty
didn't write the letter, who did2 and
how should I know where she got her
ink and paperl All / knew is. that
Karl and Lulu came scampering TO
their mamma (who perhaps knew more)
with the following letter =
My DEAR Folks IN THE WORLD
You think you know a good deal, and
perhaps you do, but there is one thing
you don't know, and that is how kittens
feel. People think that never have
any cares or troubles, because go
racketing round so, but a kittens fur
may often cover deep sorrow.
In the first place, let me ask you, Karl
and Lulu, how would you like it if a
great giant, six feet high, could catch
you up any minute, and whirl you over
and harg you with your head downward
or tumble you over ON your back, and
roll you round as if you were so muck
hay :. Well, that is the way 1 am
treated half the time. Nobody consid-
ers what 1 like. Nobody ever says,
"Here, Pussy, would you like to be
taken upln or "Wil you please to let
met" but they catch me and do all sorts
things 20 me, without even saying by
your leave" ees,s r
Havn't kittens some rights that child
rem are bound to respect7 / have
had hard and suffering life, I can tell
you, frisky az seem. The first / can
remember was taken, mewing and
scream ng, from my dear mother and
gwen to q lady who wanted a plaything
Tor her dear Billy Billy used to carry
me round under his arm with my head
hanging down till all the blood ran into
it and I verify thought I should
die. When be felt affection
tomato he used to squeeze me till I
yelled with pain He used to pull me
out and double me up as if had been
molasses candy, and when / cried and
scratched, all the comfort got was that
mamma would say, Dear little Billy,
how afraid am he may get scratched
have him have her, but at the sam
time 1 am afraid she may hurt him.
Dear little Billy had temper of his
own, 1 can tell you. When nurse want
ed to brush his hair, or when she took
papa's razor away, which he had helped
himself to, then Master Billy would
grow red in the face and throw himself
on the floor and kick and scream like .
little fend --. -
sGet him the kitteni :" mamma
would say. Where's Blly's kitten ~
Then I would be caught and giyen to
him to torment; he woald throw me
across the floor. pull my tail, strike me,
clutch me round my throat and In other
ways work off his spite on me.
81 do believe, ma'am, he'll kill that
kittensome day. nurse yentured to say.
go, no matter, there are plenty more
if he does, says mamma
How used to hate the little monster
and wish great big king cat, hon
cat, might get him and shake and box
him round as he did mel l suppose If
n lion should give Billy to her cubs to
amuse them when they were ont of
temper there would be no end of vail
ing and weeping, but for my part I
don't see but it would be a tolerably
fair proceeding. What right had she
to use me for . playtling for her dear
little Billy But little Billy was so
convinced that / was made for his
amusement that every day he invented
a new thing to do with me. He put me
in box with stones and ratified me-
He threw me into tub of water to see
if I could swim, and kept me
half drowning there till Susan
came and took me out, and then
he held me to the cooking stove to dry
till 1 thought I should have been burn
ed UP. At last he tried to put my eyes
ont with the scissors, and then / made
such long welts In his arm with my
claws that his mamma was frightened.
What bawling there was to be sure,
what . kissing and crying and consol-
ingl "Poor,, dear, : darling Billy
naughty, naughty, wicked kitty"
L had run with all my might, and got
into the cherry tree. 1 used torun to
this cherry tree very often before, but
then somebody always climbed it after
me and got me down because Billy
roared and kicked and screamed at such
a rate.s But this time the silly old wo-I
man was frightened. "That vile kit
ten ~ she said, "In have it drowned.
1 only kept it because it amused Billy,
but if it is going to act so, III tell Mar
tin to drown it tonight"
go no, there you are, are you.
madam 2" says I, "1guess Martin won'S
find me-" and so down the cherry
tree ran, and mp. the appie-tree, and
jumped on the wall, and raced along
till came to your garden, and jump
ed down in it. There you took me up,
dear Little Lulu, i remember what a
sweet, clean, nice-smelling white apron
that was that you had on, and since /
have beeD with you 1 have had pretty
good times. Not that things are
perfect. Some days you give me great
deal to much to eat, and then again
you forget to feed me at ali. Som etimes
you WORRY me with your hugging. and
Kissing, and then again you turn me off
20 shift for myself. Then you don't
think to keep water for me, and you
don't know how thirsty kittens are, and
we can't speak to tell. Sometimes I
am 90 thirsty DON'T really know what
to do. Now If you WIZ keep nice lit
A. - II r. II