Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-10-25
This and That
By Charles E. Tracepell.

This is the story of the cat Slicker.
and how he found a good home, but
not where you might suppose.
SEcker demonstrated anew the
divine right of the cat, even though
he he a kitten, to pick and choose.
Here is his story:
He was born some place near the
Post Office Department. No one
knows where, and no one cares, least
of all Slick.
He wandered into q big business
building. past the elevators, at which
he looked curiously. through corridors,
out of the way of hurrying feet, down
another hall. into a room.
He was about 6 inches long, prettily
tiger-marked, tremendous whiskers,
bright eyes. Many a hardened soul,
immune to the lure of larger felines,
stopped to pet the little fellow.
Even the elevator men noticed him.
That little cats going to get hurt,
said one.
HE looks hungry said q passen-
ger. with fine disregard of facts, for
Slicker was fat and trim. hearty and
full of life.
Into another office wandered he.
There he found a woman, who had
so much to do at the time she could
not bother much with a stray kitten.
Around lunch time, however. she
a bottle of milk for the kitten. Poured
into an empty. but clean, ink well.
the milk was very much appreciated
by the wanderer.
II think l will take that cat home.
said the woman.
When quitting time had arrived
rain was pouring down, so the bust
ness woman went home without the
kitten, leaving instructions as to its
care.
At home her account of the cat
met with so much appreciation that
the family was unanimously in favor
of adding it to the household.
A young daughter volunteered to
go down to the office and bring the
little cat home through the rain. So
she donned her raincoat, known as
''slicker," and went off in search of
the unknowing kitten.
She found the creature playing in
! the empty Office. 1t was still raining
when she opened the front door at
home, and the tiger kitten jumped
from out the folds of her raincoat.
What shall we call him." asked
| the mother.
"Slicker.' christened the child.
So Slicker he was.
| 1t was a good home fate had
! Drought Illll liilO IOlil tic
| of automobile filled streets and hurry
ing. needless footsteps, Slicker had
been carried to a good home, where
| his meow was law.
| Peace, quiet. more food than he
could eat, plenty Of attention-these
were some Of the things he received.
He waXed fatter than ever.
| Then one day he Disappeared.
| Nothing was heard of him until
| evening, when a boy ran to say that
! Slicker had been in a big fight with
! an Airedale, and was almost killed.
| Sure enough. Slicker was in a bad
I; way. No cat ought to fight an Aire-
dale until he is at least a year old.
Slicker was pretty badly torn up, but
! with loving care managed to pull
through in fine shape.
In few weeks no one would have
, suspected that anything had ever
been wrong with Slick. He was as
smooth as his name.
! y * Il Il
Then he disappeared again. DAYS
went by, then weeks, and still no
| Slicker.
The family had about given him up
when one bright morning the woman
saw him again.
There was Slicker, fat and content
ed. sitting in the doorway of a Chi
nese laundry. Voluntarily he had
taken up q new residence.
Knowing the fondness of the Chi
! nese for cats, she left Slicker alone in
his new home, feeling sure that he
J will be happy there. -
Some day, she says, she Is going TO
sion in and find out Sticks new name,