The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1909-07-09

""r -. F@"3o FoeDt iotC ahN Fo'~o
and attitude.
A sudden light dawned upon Mr..
Vogel
Dose scratchings in the closetl -
dose noises travelling underground
from the neighbor's cellar!-- skim.
milk ! haf drunk for weeksl" The
crescendo movement Of Mr.. vogel's
voice made his last words end on
high C.
Dot vas my cat, Alpert Wogel!" re-
iterated Mrs. Vogel.
dot cat leaves my house."
wen dot cat goes, go!"
Mr.. Vogel's double chin dropped
upon the plated bosom OF his Sabbath
shirt. While Ae stared and fumbled
for adequate words in which to ex-
press his exact feelings, the largest
and loudest-voiced tortoise-shell
Thomas In the entire neighborhood.
the one which Mr.. Vogel had particu-
larly marked for death, poised itself
on the fence and bounded into the
yard. The eyes of the cat on Mrs.
Vogel's shoulder turned green. He did
not jump--he literally hurled himself
upon the trespasser, and Immediately
there was under way the most savage
fight Mr.. Vogel had ever witnessed.
Mrs. Vogel screamed and would have
separated them with the lath but Mr..
vogel, whose sporting blood was up,
keld her arm.
"Himmel! hes vunder:" whooped
Mr.. vogel, dancing about the writhing
ball of fur. As it bounded and thumped
from one end Of the back yard to the
other. an occasional glimpse could be
caught of green eyes, needle-like teeth,
and extended claws. There was no
sparring for time, and no intermission
lit was fight to finish
Patches of tortoise-shell fur began
to float in the air and decorate the
shrubs. Finally the visiting cat tore
loose, leaving what seemed to be a
portion Of one ear In the black cats
mouth. The victor chased him over
the fence and out Of sight, only to re-
turn shortly, breathing heavily, but
otherwise quite calm.
He would be goot for MICE" said
Mr.. Vogel, as he looked at the con-
quering Thomas refiectively.
Grand" replied Mrs. Vogel. as she
stopped over the crushed rosebush to
conceal smile.
BY the time Mrs. vogel put linen
busters on the parlor furniture and
made other preparations to close The
house sor the summer, the cat was
sleeping regularly on Mr.. Vogel's
heaving chest when he took his after
dinner nap.
y don'd like him personally, bui
he's so goot for mice" MIR. vogel ex
planned to wondering visitors who
knew of his antipathy
Finally the question arose as tc
what should be done with him during
the summer.
Il will not leaf him to run the streets
and starve." declared Mrs. Vogel
"And nopody wants cats in summer"
Mr vogel reflected and then said
| 5udicially:
Send for the man from the Society
for the Prevention OF Cruelty to Ami
mails. He Win take him away and kill
him easy--nnit chloroform."
Mrs. vogel shuddered and declared
it would be murder; but, as one
friend after another declined the
honor sof entertaining the Vogels
Thomas. the society seemed the only
alternative, SO, at last, Mrs. vogel
blotted postal card with tears and
sent it to the society.
Mr.. vogel was reposing on the sofa
the cat purring loudly on his bosom
and occasionally reaching up soft
and playful paw to slap Mr.. Vogel's
double chin, when closed black wa
gon stopped at the door. The electric
bell trilled loudly, and Mrs. vogel ad
mitted burly colored man with q
covered basket,
Cats" he asked, in business-like
voice.
Mrs. vogel burst into tears and
pointed to Mr. vogel on the coxch.
"Cats," repeated the eolored man
reaching for the cat on Mr. vogel's
chest.
The cat seemed instinctively to
know its danger. His pupils dilated
his tail swelled, and he sprang to Mr.
Vogels shodlder for protection.
"Oh, fadder!" cried Josephine vogel
and her voice shook He vas a fine
cat--and such fighter"
But we hat no blace for him." said
Mr.. vogel stubbornly. HE viii die
easy--mit chloroform.'
The man reached again for the cat
and it struck and spit at him. Then
the society's agent raised his hand ID
slap him into submission. The cat
shrank from the blow. and, putting
one soft paw on Mr.. vogel's double
chin, chung desperately to his shoulder
with the other.
Il dast you to strike this catl'
shouted Mr, vogel furlously, and he
covered it protectingly with his hand
you lay your finger on this cat ofer
my dead podyC Chosaphinei" he con