Los Angeles herald., 1908-10-25
HERE'S A TRUE CAT STORY
Remarkable Effort of Intelligent Feline
to Preserve Her Young

Is it the call of the wild that causes
cat with her first kittens TO hide
them away from the eyes of man? The
actions OF a young cat with her three
little kittens, her first ones, by the
way, has caused a great deal of dis
cussion at police headquarters lately.
About ten days ago the kittens were
born. At that time the young mother
sought a drawer in the desk of the
Gamewell operator, Maurice Walsh,
which place she entered from the rear.
That left her and her progency entire
ly concealed.
Mrs. Kitty was discovered, however,
and given into the care of Andy Bean,
the one-armed negro who cleans the
court room. He made comfortable
bed in a box in the basement and
moved the little family to it's new home.
Mrs. Kitty appeared very nervous, as
many persons passed near where she
and her kittens lay. She would look
up at them as if to ask why they were
there.
She stood the test for two days. Then,
the home was found deserted-the kit
tens had been moved. Where? No one
knew. Mrs. Kitty was seen about the
station, and, though followed several
times, she never would lead Andy to
her new home.
On the night of July Frank Scott,
gas inspector, sought the negro nurse
and said: ANDY, your cat and kittens
are over in my office. You'd better
move them tonight, as the hall is to
be closed tomorrow and she can't get
to them. She carried them all in my
place and hid them behind the gas
tester placed them in a box"
Andy went over and took kitty, her
family, new box home and all back to
the basement of the station. Again
Kitty looked neryously at the many
people entering and leaving police
court-they all had to pass near her
home. Sunday morning, when all was
quiet, she was caught trying to move
her little family back to the Gamewell
home, where they We're born. In this
she was frustrated.
Monday came and there was the
biggest police court docket of the year.
That was all Kitty could stand. She had
negro to answer her every beck and
CALL but the street" she lived ON must
have been too noisy. How she did it
no one will ever know but she actually
stole out her kittens, one by one, and
moved them to a box in the dark vault
in the office of James e. Vincil, secre-
tary of the police board, two floors
taken possession of her again. Mr..
Vincil saw Mrs. Kitty make several
trips to his vault but was busy and
did not notice that her family was
within. That night he closed and
locked the vault.
Kitty was frantic. She moaned and
walled about the station all night and
remained long outside the DIOR of the
secretary's office, out of which she was
also locked. Yesterday morning, how
ever, when the Office was opened Kitty
was there. Then she ran to the vault
and asked Mr.. Vincil as plainly as a
cat could to hurry and open it. When
he did SO the young mother jumped
into the box and cared for her very
hungry little ones.
The Struggle to be natural to re-
vert back to the actions of cats before
they were domesticated, was too great
for Kitty, however. She gave up the
fight and one by one slowly removed
her family to the noisy home in the
basement near the police court. She
is there now, looking dolefully at all
passersby and apparently regarding
them with suspicion. The call of the
wild she may feel all day long. but
she knows now, no doubt, that she
can't crafty it.-Kansas City Journal.
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