Daisy: the autobiography of a catSwan, Miranda Eliot
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Daisy: the autobiography of a cat
Swan, Miranda Eliot
Cats -- Fiction
Great preparation was made for my party. I was truly a fortunate cat. I
could not help them work, but rushed to and fro from one to the other,
knocking down spools of cotton and everything I could get at, jumping up
in their arms, disarranging their work, and trying in every way to amuse
myself; but when I was wanted to try on my clothes, I would rush under
the bed and elude even the longest arm. Then Will would crawl under the
bed, and, after a good frolic, would land me where I was needed.
Mrs. Rice made a tall black hat with a cockade on it. She had to tie it
on with strings, for as soon as she put it on I jerked it just as I had
seen monkeys do.
Miss Eleanor made me a pair of red pants, leaving a good slit for my
tail, for I was to represent a monkey, and the tail was very important,
though, as my mistress said, no monkey ever had such a beautiful tail as
mine.
Miss Milly made me a dress-coat, with white ruffles at the neck and
wrists, brass buttons, and a white shirt front.
They covered a large pasteboard box with green cloth, for the organ.
Will and his friend Josie were to be the organ-players.
The long-looked-for day came at last. I had raved up stairs and down, as
Miss Milly said, "just like a maniac." I superintended all the
preparations, walked over the tree that they were to decorate in my
honor, and scratched it well, as they said, sharpening my claws for the
evening. I was too busy to take a cat-nap or one of my "forty winks."
We had before this eventful day rehearsed our parts, and I had provoked
them with my stupidity. I did make fun enough with that hat. I hitched
it on the back of my head, getting out first one ear, then the other;
for they had tucked my ears in, saying my face looked so innocent
without them. It was all mischief, for I intended to do my best.
Mrs. Knight threw open her nice rooms, and in the hall room off the back
parlor the tree was placed.
They were obliged in the afternoon to keep me prisoner upstairs. I was
disgusted, for I wanted to be in the thick of it all. I could not sleep,
and I kept pretty near the door, ready to run out if I could get a
chance.
At seven o'clock they dressed me in all my finery, and before eight all
our guests had arrived: Madam A., a lovely woman, and one of our best
friends, with her three noble boys, and a sweet-faced little bit of a
woman whom every one who knew her called cousin; then Madam M., with her
daughter and granddaughter,--charming people, and all my dear friends.
These, with Mr. and Mrs. Knight and their son Stacy, with ourselves,
made a party of (reckoning myself) seventeen,--quite a roomful.
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