Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-05-08
A TRIANGULAR FIGH7.

Groat Back Piazza Contest Between a Lobster, a Cat and a Lady.
 A Stonington lady of Main street was drawn into curious cat and lobster affair
 in that borough by the sea the other day,
 writes the Norwich (Conn.) correspon dent of the New York Sun. The marketman had left large sea green lobster on the rear veranda of her house that morning,
 and he was basking in the sun. He was alive, but he didn't look it. With claws sprawled out, and with long smellers barely swaying, he looked like a sea plant the wind was fooling with. He was waiting for something to turn up.
 Along came the sleek, handsome Maltese family cat. The cat saw the lobster, and
 the lobster also saw the cat, but made no advances. Gingerly and suspiciously the cat picked her way to the lobster and smelt of him, but still he gave no sign. It was
 evidently question with her whether the lobster was merely piece of fashionable new emerald bric-a-brac, or something that she could have fun with, and she walked diffidently around the lobster twice, and finally stepped up in front of him. She put out one paw. The lobster thrust out his | claw, and there was bony crackle and
 creaking, as of unloosing toggle join ts, as he did SO
 They shook. They shook for second, and then the cat wanted to let go The lobster wouldn't. He was stayer, and he had the cordial handshake of Stonin gton bonyfish captain. Then the cat tried science to make him quit. She suddenly des cribed double back somersault four feet in the air, but the lobster went along, too and he came back with her, and as he came down smote the veranda floor with a sullen, hol- low whang. Next the cat spun down the veranda boards, as swiftly as she could with six-pound lobste still shaking hands with her in tenacious way, but tho lobster held his own. Then she waltzed back to the starting place, the lobster going with her, whirled over on her back and kicked, and tor ten seconds the veranda and the air were full of flying lobster claws, smellers, flying legs, bits of fur, swollen, plume-hke tail that rose and fell, and cat calls, with stifled feline splitting at every other second, mingled with the dull thuml of the lobster as he came down on his back on the floor. > But at the end of the bout, when the cat sat up, the lobster was still facing her, and he still had hold.
 The cat looked rattled The lobster seemed to be relishing a growing con viction that there was more fun in the world than he had ever dreamed of in the cradle of the deep. He was fresh. But the rumpus had brought the housewife to the scene, who, beholding her favorite Maltese in the grip and embrace of comparative stranger, at once darted for the lobster to pull him off, while the cat, seeing in her a rescuing champion, simultaneously made a rush for her ample lap He was the quicker, and thereupon it became triangu- lar affair of cat, lobster and woman. The Maltese had the lady with his three disen- gagged claws, the lady had the cat, the cat had the lobster with his fourth claw, and the lobster had the cat. Then the whole beffOrmanCe had tO he rehearSed apain and the lady was not ableto separate all the performers until she dragged the cat and lobster into the kitchen and pried open the lobster's grip with an oyster knife.
 Since the affair the Maltese will have nothing more to do with sea food.