The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1898-11-24
Sings Fatal
'Thanksg giving.
TOUCHING TALE
OF a Very Much Abused
Cat-IIi8 Untimely End.

one eISe~
There was no real reason why he
shouldn't, for hadn't he been told of it
since the first fat furry days of his
when it was discovered that
some curious. freak Of nature
his eyes had about them that peculiar
slant supposed to be distinctive of
our friends, the Chinese shirt managers.
They say that care will kill a cat,
but the man who wrote that didn't
know Sing. A CARLOAD Of care wouldn't
have killed him. He lived on it. He had
more care than he had fur, and he
would gladly have snapped some Of
it for an addition to his tail to take
the place of that lost in an unpardon-
able action on the part Of the back door
Yes, since that memorable day when
Ned had picked him out of the barrel
in the wood shed, where he lay with his
brothers and sisters and gazing into
his peculiar blinking, slant-Vise eyes,
had dubbed him Sing" life had be-
come one long, drazn-out round Of
care 1t came with the rising of the
moon on those broad, balmy nights
when the feline race is supposed to
reign supreme, and it stayed until the
going down thereof.
Other cats could take part in these
midnight festivities without serious
danger to their personal appearance;
not so Sing. He could dodge a boot
jack about as easily as a COW; tomato
cans, pokers and fire shovels went at
him like hairpins at q magnet. He
couldn't seem to get on to the curves of
a piece of coal: in short. Sing was
mark"
His personal appearance bore out his
reputation. That mangled ear was the
work of Smiths dirty little mig mat
cut over the eve was tho work of a
piece of coal, that hitch in his steD was
the natural consequences Of beina
stepped on by the gr6ce1,'s horse That
cut on his side told only TOO nlainIv Of
the terrible power Of tomato cans and
he could feel the force nf +ba+ co.1
shovel vet in the svmmetricaI littIe
wound ii had left batwaen his ebonl-
der blades. That ragged faatbar,- an
pearance noticeable The Ienotb ana
breadth of his taiI hora n,,ite e,,idaraa
of the folly of atfemntino 70 cross ~
purpose. of a, babv Of investiga+f1o,
turn of mind
To have looked AZ Sing as ba sat
there under the I,itnhan efove n,,.si,1or
his wounds and doadpine. oorasfon9i
on the narf Of the cooks
feet. as she flew about tbe bip stove
that Thanbseivina- dayr voi w7orIdr,t
have thought he had anvtbine ~ ho
thankful for Rut he bed H., Tho 60
place he was tbaniffuI Tho cooll's faat
were. not longer He u-as tbanlrf,,I sba
had mislaid the poller and that the FIRE
shovel was ont in the coal hin
Then. wasn't he living he was
thankful for that and as the smell Of
that turkey. significant Of ali lis sa5-o,,,,
was varied downv-e,.5S
under the edge of the stove each tin,o
the oven door onAned he LOST himself
in a RAPTURE of thanlxfuIness He vas
thankful that he wasn,t tba+ tn,l,at-
for he couId see the t,,or bird,e fnieI
And as he wiped the moisture off -bie
lips with his only well nav. a currenT
of thankfulness shot through his moor
body and ONT alonp bie
uncertain tail until if came 10
an abrunt termination AZ that noint
which the poet has so nrettily etyie5
what might been.
Could he believe his earsl Was tbat
Mrs. Waters saving to the oo 11,i,
Mary. when that turkey is done inst
cut off a leg. a wing. some of the breast
and nut them. with some Of the dreee1
ing. in the pantry TO cool Mr. Waters
always prefers his turlxnv cold Wa,ra
going to church now ana sban't he
back until 11.3O Have dinner ready
sharp at 1 o'clock Mary"
Sing. eyes and ears wide OMEN man
aged 10 get hack under tha stove a,lee
Just in time to get the toe of the cooks
shoe on the tin of his cbin Ia 5i5,,+
hear Mary's dear's gentle TAKE tba+
We dirthy haste" He only heard har sa,,
''Yes'm, I'll do that" and then he IaCt
his place of refuge, lodged the cookie
cutter and the wash basin and sonobt
safety in the coal shed.
Was he thankful? Well. ratberi cola
turkey in the pantry. eh for Mr. Wa
tars OH Iia,5 co. A. - ~. w d.
well. he'd see the turkey frst To i,nn,,,
that pantry like a book and he didn't
have to get a passport from "NTarv
dear" or the whole family Of Waterses
to get into it either. Wough, What a
Sino ec+,1aIl,- Co.,
got thai he Wasn't a I,i1ten e,1, ,I,,
and purred for iov
1t was 10 o'clock whom sino. sofa1,. on
sconced behind The Nour Navel boa,.7
Mary enter the pantI.v He didn't dara
look out but his nosttiIs tord hin, 49,
She bore MI Waters t,Irl[e,, nv nv 5 5,,o
swung TO but Sine didn,t 80, NV Hq ~
didn't dare to- There wac no /tolI;,Io.
when che n,iorbt +ailo T. go 80 ~ teiIIIiS
return, and fbenWSinr sb 3 49, M. ~
spoil a good Tb4nksgiyine. win s wiiS
thoughts as those? He co{ld b t,e SI ban
busting about out in Inc lIitnl ,lai We ileI
she talking to herseif9 No hat otb az
voice was Tey,1ie esa,,,,,i 49, LA ~ otheF
FOR Clarkes folks. next door what yi5e c T9s
that she said about cb1,Toi, s lt9. W a.
was Mary savino9 SbaiS ~ I' a'iu what
She got her dishes j ilre f. 80 49, as soon as
s.,.e 60 iiel uISies uoIe !! Jennie would
readv bv o'cIoci,9 a. "a di'1 4ag could ne
agree. Womb ebe9 VII VII 81, Sei l would
1ad anytbine to bo tb ea ~ GFer cat
sing nestled nm confJin ooHlt a., Io l And
barrel ~ N''i'''''iisiy 10 the hour
He listened n tbo o,o+4o,
as. the INN Of tba ,,;, .s, yer VI the DISH