CHAPTER V REVERSES 28 CHAPTER VI DAISY'S ADVENTURE 36 CHAPTER VII CAT MEMORIES 46 CHAPTER VIII AN ACCIDENT 50 CHAPTER IX CAT TALES 61 CHAPTER X LITTLE PEARL 66 CHAPTER XI REMINISCENCES 73 CHAPTER XII CAT TALES 83 CHAPTER XIII MY FIRST THEFT 90 CHAPTER XIV RELIGIOUS ASPIRATIONS 96 CHAPTER XV CAT ANECDOTES 106 CHAPTER XVI CAT PRANKS 115 CHAPTER XVII THE STORY OF FREIDA 132 CHAPTER XVIII THANKSGIVING 145 CHAPTER XIX MEWS AND PURRS 165 CHAPTER XX HEADS AND TALES 187 CHAPTER XXI JETT 195 CHAPTER XXII WATCH AND CHLOE 216 CHAPTER XXIII THE STORY OF BLACKIE 235 CHAPTER XXIV RETRIBUTION 249 CHAPTER XXV EVENTIDE 261 DAISY THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A CAT DAISY _AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY_ I EARLY DAYS I have no doubt people will wonder that a Cat should write a story. Of course, fighting is more in their line. However pleased I might have been to help my fellow-sufferers, and use my natural weapons in their defence, a remark I heard made by a very learned man decided me to use my brains instead of my claws. He quoted:-- "The _pen_ is mightier than the _sword_." Taking this quotation for my text, I have written my own story, hoping it will benefit the poor cats who are made the victims of great cruelty. No other animal has to suffer like the household pet, the cat. I am a Boston boy, born eighteen years ago, in one of the nice old-fashioned houses for which our quiet street was noted. I was born in a clothes-basket, and do not feel ashamed of my birthplace, though fire and the swill man long ago removed all trace of it. I cannot remember much about my home. Like all young things, my food and having a good frolic were all I thought of. I loved my mother, for she was very kind to me while I depended on her for sustenance; but when I grew large enough to lap milk, she began to wean me and teach me that hard lesson--self-dependence.