Daisy: the autobiography of a catSwan, Miranda Eliot
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Daisy: the autobiography of a cat
Swan, Miranda Eliot
Cats -- Fiction
As soon as she released me I made one jump on the table, and discovered
what my sense of smell had led me to expect,--three little fishes tied
with a red ribbon. I soon had them off the tree and on the floor, and
made inroads into them before I could be prevented.
Karl read the labels on the articles, while Chester and Henry
distributed them, for I was pleased to see that my dear friends had been
remembered as well as myself.
Miss Milly had a book of "Familiar Quotations." On the fly-leaf was
written in Madam A.'s lovely handwriting:--
"To my dear mistress, whose motto has always been, 'Love me, love my
cat.' Mew translated, 'God bless her.'--DAISY.
"Hang sorrow! Care will kill a cat; therefore, let's be merry."
I was very much pleased that the gift, purporting to be given by me, had
just the nice selections I should have made.
The tree did look lovely. Karl had lighted all the tapers, and it was
one blaze of light. There were very pretty paper decorations of bright
paper. Mrs. Rice said, sometimes taste was better than money. We had
little of that, but we had such warm friends we were very happy.
I had a pack of cards a little over an inch in length. They were a great
pleasure to us. Will would spread them on the floor, and I would roll
over, scattering them about. Sometimes he called me a knave, sometimes a
king or queen, but I did not care, only for a good frolic. I had a box
of pennies for my meat, a paper of catmint that I enjoyed, and a nice
kidney done up in pink paper, some white, soft candy I loved, and last
of all Miss Eleanor and Miss Milly gave me a lovely collar and padlock.
I was proud as a prince with it on my neck.
There were nice little gifts for all my dear friends; but the best of
all was, that on them were written nice little texts and--"From Daisy,"
just as if I had given them myself. It proved that they understood how
well I loved my dear ones, and how gladly I would have given if I could.
It was better than all my own gifts, though I enjoyed them very much;
but this understanding of me, making me one with them, made me feel like
a cat-angel--and then and there I became a Christian cat.
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