I'll conclude this paper with a rather curious anecdote, told me by Captain A. Brown, late of Arbroath, now of Chatham, Canada. "We have a cat," says Captain Brown, "who brought up a kitten in a loft above the woodshed, until it was old enough to wean; she then brought it down to run about, but the dog (a puppy) would on every opportunity take the kitten in its mouth and drag it about. This the cat didn't seem to like, so one day she took it in her mouth, and carried it along, on the top of the fence, to the nearest farm, a quarter of a mile off, where the _kitten's father lived_. She placed the kitten at the male parent's feet, gave it suck once more, then started off home along the fence, and never went near it again." This anecdote, for the truth of which the captain vouches, clearly proves that pussy has a much larger amount of reasoning power than most people give her credit for. It was just as though pussy had addressed the male cat thus: "I've brought you your youngster, Thomas. It cannot live at home for the mischievous puppy. Goodness knows I've done _my_ duty to him as a mother; now, hub, you have a turn. Time about's fair-play, Thomas; good-bye." CHAPTER THIRTEEN. SAGACITY OF THE CAT. "The dignity of life is not impaired By aught which innocently satisfies The humbler cravings of the heart; and he Is still a happier man, who, for the heights Of speculation not unfit, descends, And such benign affections cultivates, Among the inferior kinds." Wordsworth.