Near Vaul in Tiree, a man riding home at night, with his son, a young boy, seated behind him, was met by a number of cats. The boy had his hands clasped round his father, and the man, pressing them to his sides, to make surer of the boy’s hold, urged his horse to its speed. The cats sprang, and, fastening on the boy, literally devoured him. When the man reached home, with his horse at full gallop, he had only the boy’s arms left. A Wexford legend of the same kind (the two stories might have been originally identical), said to be at least as old as 1584, will be found in the _Dublin University Magazine_ for September, 1869. A woman detected a strange cat drinking the milk in her kirn, caught it by the back of the neck, and rapped its nose against the floor. It went about mewing in a melancholy manner, till the woman took pity on it, and called it, saying, “Puss, puss, till you get a drop” (_Puis, puis, gus am faigheadh tu diar_). The cat answered, “It is not a drop I want, but the way my mouth is, Mary” (_Cha-ne diar tha mi’g iarraidh ach mar tha mo bhial a Mhàiri_). It then went away, but came back through the night with two other cats. One said they would take the back of their paws to the woman, but the second said the front of their paws. This resolution was carried by the casting vote of the injured cat, and the woman was torn in shreds. A man, going in the evening to see a girl he was courting, was met at a lonely part of the road (near the end of Balefetrish Hill in Tiree) by seven cats, and was so terrified that he turned back and thereby lost his sweetheart. She married an old man from the village of Hianish, where a noted witch dwelt. The old man got the blame of bribing the witch to send the cats. In olden times a cat belonging to the tenant of Heynish in Tiree was much addicted, like the rest of its kind, to stealing cheese. It was caught in the act, and, as a punishment for the past and a lesson for the future, its ears were taken off. The tenant had occasion to go from home, and on his return found the cat lying dead, having been hung for theft in his absence. He took it in his lap, and thus addressed it: Did I not tell you, little Duncan, You had needs of being wary; When you went where the cheeses were, The gallows would teach you how to dance. Evil is it, earless cat, They you have killed, because of cheese; Your neck has paid for that refreshment, At this time, after your death. On hearing these expressions of sympathy, the cat began to revive, and the man went on: