Two Brothers

Northland Age, Volume 1, Issue 3, 23 October 1931, Page 9

Two Brothers

Pinkie and Hunter were two little gray kittens. They were brothers and looked so much alike that the only way you could tell them apart was by a white spot on the very tip of Hunter’s tail and one tiny white spot on his nose. The little fellows grew up with a big old dog and the three playmates would go to sleep snuggled all in a heap. The dog, Jack, would not hurt them for the world, and they knew it. They had great romps together.

The kittens acted like perfect little gentlemen until mealtime, and then you would never know they were related. Hunter had absolutely no manners. He would crowd the others away and stand right in the middle of the pan, and eat so fast he would nearly choke. Poor Pinkie would stand and look on so wistfully, for it isn’t easy to watch when someone else is eating good things and not get a bite. He would be patient as long as he could and then he would reach in his paw and drag out a piece or two, and eat them slowly at the side of the pan. You would think that Hunter would

have known that he should divide with his own brother, but he thought everything belonged to him. By and by Pinkie could not stand his greedy, unmannerly relative any longer, so he just went away and has never come back. Even animals do not like selfish folk.