Evening star., 1927-05-01
This and That


Dear Sir: Patsy has asked me sew
eral times TO write to Jack Spratt for
him, and as writing is about the only
thing he cannot do. ] am helping him
out. / inclose his letter. Yours truly,
i. r." The letter follows:
MY Dear Jack Spratt: I know so
much about you--would you not like
to know little about me?
First of all, let me say 1 am sorry
you have been sick.
Il was sick once-the only time in
my life / ever had too much raw
liver--but oh. boy, it was worth IT.
you are not the only cat who has
his family eating out of his hand. I
am not very strict with my folks,
being IL years old (which is old for a
caD and sort of easy going and good
natured.
II go anywhere in this house want
to and sleep on any bed that strikes
my fancy. There are only three things
am not allowed to do and am
working to put them over. and per-
haps shall some time. The three
things are: / am not allowed to sleep
on the table in the dining room, have
all the raw liver want or stay out
all night.
Last Summer 1 managed TO stay
out all night three different times-I
hid away at bedtime and would not
come when I was called, and had a
gay time, too, but 1 was glad enough
to get in the next morning and slept
the day long to make up for it.
Jack. do you know the delights of
raw liver? Does your mister ever
give it to you? 1t is better than any
thing else in the world. and / never
but that once had all l wanted.
''Tudie will not eat anything else
he gets it all the time AID is more
spoiled than I am, and missy says l
am spoiled rotten.
II forgot to say that Tudie is a
big maltese and white cat who lives
here with us-he is Is years old and
is beginning to feel his age, but we
neither of us look as old as we are.
II can talk some. When 1 want
some raw liver in a hurry say
'Wack' just as plain as any one can
say it. l mean 1t for Please hurry
but somehow l cannot make 1t sound
like anything but 'Wack.'
when / sit up and beg, which |
can do very nicely, and say 'Wack' at
the same time, l always get what I
am asking for.
when 1 am very good missy calls
me 'Pattle Boy Now. i ask you
what kind of name is that for
dignifled 11-year-old yelIow-and-whit
cat? Pattie Boy!
"I have all the catnip want and
can always get water to drink. SO
think I am really a pretty lucky cat,
even if I cannot stay out all night.
II am white underneath, and when |
sit up and beg they say / look ex-
actly like a penguin,
Two other things / must mention |
before / close. One is l have fioppy !
ears. Jack. did you ever see Il cat |
whose ears bent over half way up and |
stood over at right angles? Mine do, |
but it really is not pretty, although it |
Is different looking.
And then the way I sing (meaning |
purr). When l inhale. my song is |
tenor and when eXhale. my song is |
bass. and there is quite a long pause |
the two operations.
Every one who hears me sing |
aughs. 1t does sound funny, even
% me, but it Is the best can do.
Missy says she is tired of writing,
20 / have to stop. Good-by, Jack
Spratt. Wishing you a long life and
/ gay one. and plenty OF catnip and
nice. II you like them, l am, your
friend at a. distance.
PATSY YELLOWBOY."
y y
Dear Sir: Your interesting stories
II cats and their intelligence. at which
Iome people scoff. have brought TO
mind the story of a pet in my own
amily The mother OF a large family
II cats had just weaned her own four
when her daughter deserted
Ter first three. leaving them to starve.
rhe grandmother adopted and raised
hem, never once allowing the mother
o appear in her sight. 1t amused the
mail tots in our famil-' to see Cotton
dart out OF the house, hair
tanding on end, fire flashing from
Ter eyes in pursuit of some fieeting
,bject. Upon investigation. we would
lee the daughter flying through the
ard to escape the wrath of her
mother. For years this continued,
Until the death of Cotton. She never
orgave nor forgot the cruel desertion
Il her grandchildren.
Another true story, loved by the