San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-14
Foxy Grandpa's
Stories
Why the Pussy-Cats Got
Plump.

TIuInp.
Foxy Grandpa" said Bobby, COM
ing away from the window out Of
which he had been looking into the
court of our apartment house in New
York, II do believe that mother cat
we hear crying down there is hungry.
And she's got those five big kittens
TO feed. She looks SO discouraged.
Her tail is almost dragging on the
ground, she looks so sad. And she's
as thin as a rail-"
went to the window and looked
out. There was the poor mother cat
with her large family and l could
tell the way she was shifting around
that the poor little animal was
hungry.
"TaEc some scraps down to her,
Bobby. Run to the kitchen and ask
Mary to give you anything that is
left in the icc-box, and take some
milk down, too"
Bobby was down in the area-way.
in moment with plate Of meat
scraps in one hand and balancing Il
big bowl of milk in the other.
How those pussy-cats did eat the
meat and lap up the milk And while
the family of the mother and her kit
tens were enjoying their meal two
other cats suddenly appeared from
around the corner and joined in the
feast.
Bobby fed the stray cats that had
evidently been left 10 manage for
themselves while their owners were
away for the summer until We went
away.
As we sat in the train Bobby
looked very sad as he said to me:
Il wonder what those poor cats will
do. I'm afraid they will starye to
death, Foxy Grandpa"
Perhaps some one with kind
heart will turn up," said. "Tve al
ways noticed in this world that there
are always kind people to do the
things which others neglect to do to
make people and animals happy.
However. | wonder if ] should have
taken those homeless cats TO the So
ciety for Prevention Of Cruelty TO
Animals
Il hope they will be all right" muir
INJURED Bobby, and | knew he had n
lump in his throat as he spoke.
We had Il lovely summer. but Bobby
never forgot the hungry cats back in
the hot arca-way. because whenever
we caught mess of fish and cleaned
them Bobby always said:
Wouldn't those cats like those
heads and tails"
And whenever he saw n plate of
chicken bones an expression came
over his little face which / knew
was caused by his sympathy for the
poor pussy-cats back in New York
that were starving to death.
The summer passed, and right after
Labor Day VIC returned to town in
time for Bobby TO be at school on
the opening day.
] unlocked the door Of the apart
mcnt and right straight for the win
dow in the back room Bobby ran. He
opened it and looked out. Then he
anne running to me with his little
tanned lace SHINING.
Foxy Grandpa" he said, 81 saw
the mother and her five kittens.
They've grown quite big and the fam
lily are all fat. Somebody has been
feeding them. / wonder who it is"
We were busy getting settled that
day. but every once in while j
would see Bobby poke his head out
of the window TO see if he could dis
cover who had fed the homeless cats.
That evening we discovered who
1t was. For just before dusk we
heard voice call:
Here, pussy, pussy, pussy, Here,
puss, puss. puss,"
Out Of the window went Bobby's
head and mine beside it.
There across the court was an old
white-haircd woman with plate in
her hand. She was the cook in The
apartment across the wav and she
was throwing meat out of the window
down in the court. There were ey-
actly eleven cats in circle eating
the supper which she threw TO them.
| had to say something to her, so
| called:
That's very kind of you to do
that"
Its nothing" she said. 81 didn't
have many scraps when the family
went away. But | don't care much
about going to Coney Island and the
movies. and my sons n man now and
has a good job and doesn't want me
to work much longer. So | Just get
a couple of pounds of scraps from the
butcher myself to feed the poor
things. And besides it's lonely with
the family away and the children NOT
running into the kitchen for bite 10
eat. and it's kind Of friendly to know
the cats are LOOKING for me when it
b2"inS TO get dark"
Copyright, 1926. Intcrnn tional Feature