The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-01-12
PUSSY LOVES MICE,
A Hotel Cat That Protected a Mouse
From a Dog.


From a Dog.
All Of the habitues of the Auditorium
are well acquainted with Dolly. She
has no last name, but despite this fact
she is great favorite with the gentle
men in the lobby. She is a great pet,
is Dolly, and she loves to have her head
rubbed. There isn't permanent guest
in the house who has not ubbed Dolly's
head. They seem to like it as much as
she does. She thinks nothing of get
ting in gentleman's lap right in front
of the big window and having her head
rubbed. She rubs against him and
meows, and meows, and meows in that
low, quiet, contented fashion peculiar
to cats
Dolly is no common cat She is of
the finest Maltese blood, and she cost
the Auditorium management many big
round dollars. She doesn't live on rats
and mice, either, but the choicest dain-
ties that the chef can prepare are for
her. She is thing of beauty, perfect
specimen of her kind. Dolly was never
supposed to have very much sense, eX-
listing merely that her beauty might be
seen, but she has lived in the house so
long and has rubbed up against such
great men as Roswell p. Flower, Elliott
Shepard, Boss Croker, Bourke Coch-
ran and scores of others, that n little
human sense has attached itself to her
1t is said that the night before Grover
Cleveland was nominated she staid up
in the Tammany headquarters all night
and towards the early morning called
out the window in that peculiarly
musical voice that cats possess when
the moon glints athwart them. Boss"
Croker kicked her down stairs, not
recognizing that she was cousin of
his own tiger Hill was defeated next
day.
Another evidence of Dolly's intelli-
gence has recently come to light.
Mrs. Ernest Whitman lives at the
Auditorium. Her favorite pets are some
white mice, and for awhile she was
very much afraid of Dolly. The cat is
fat and lazy and was never known to
catch anything in her life except a
kicking, but once or twice she slipped
in Mrs. Whitman's room when the
mice were playing about the room, a
thing that occurs for an hour or two
every day, and pussy made believe sew
eral times that she was going to catch
them. In fact, she sat still two or three
times and eyed them sharply with the
tip of her tail waving slightly in that
mesmeric fashion which is also pccu-
liar to felines. Evidently the latent
instinct was slightly aroused. But on
these occasions Dolly was either
whipped or kicked out of the room
She got SO finally that she paid no at
tention whatever to the mice She
sneezed while they played. The old
proverb, when the cats away" etc,
was completely upset.
A day or two ago there was a strange
dog in the house, one of those thin,
wiry kind that look as if they never
had and never would have any hair
and was perpetually afflicted with the
mango. 1t had blue ribbon tied
around it's neck, from which was
suspended gold medallion on which
was inscribed the word "Dick" He
also had a blue ribbon tied in q bow
knot on his tail and his little body was
covered with a handworked mantle of
exquisite design. In other words it
was a high-toned pup that always
stood on three legs and appeared to be
shivering. The lady generally carried
it in her arms for fear that it would
get its ''ootsy tootsy" dirty.
But on this day Dick slipped from
his mistress chamber into the hall; so
did baby white mouse Dick set up
yelp and started after it. He chased it
into a corner, where the terrified little
thing lost its power of motion. The
dog stood smelling it and barked
when Dolly came along and gave
him fight. She struck out with
her paw and scratched his ugly
little face for him. Then she took
the mouse carefully in her teeth, car
ried it about half way up on the steps
and stood guard over it, until the dog
was driven away.
Manager Trip says he wouldn't sell
the cat now for its weight in gold. lie
says he believe that if ordinary rats
ever became rampant in the house the
cat would carry off all the traps and
hide them. Inter Ocean.