KITTY-CAT

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 690, 15 June 1929, Page 31

KITTY-CAT

Once there was a little kitty-cat j who went crying and crying about the world because he thought nobody liked j him. “What is the matter, little kitty- j cat?” asked the flowers, lifting their i kind faces as he passed. “Nobody likes me,” answered Kittycat. “That is not true,” said the flowers. “We like you.” "But.” said Kitty-cat, “you just look | beautiful on your slender stems, and you never stroke my fur or give me saucers of milk.” And he went crying cm his way. “What is the matter, little kitty cat?” asked the birds, their gentle hearts full of pity. “Nobody likes me,” answered Kittycat. “That is not true,” said the birds. “We like you.” "But,” said Kitty-cat, “you flyaway I when I want to play with you, and you never stroke my fur or give me saucers of milk.” And he went crying on his way. “What is the matter, little kittycat?” asked the stones at the side of the road, keeping quite still as he passed. “Nobody likes me,” answered Kittycat. "That is not true,” said the stones. '‘We like you.” “But,” said Kitty-cat, “you just lie there in the sunshine, and you never stroke my fur or give me saucers of milk.” And he went crying on his way. "What is the matter, little kittycat?” asked the clouds, sailing along in the wide blue sky. “Nobody likes me,” answered Kittycat. “That is not true,” said the clouds. “We like you.” "But,” said Kitty-cat, “you just play all day with the children of the Wind, and you never stroke my fur or give me saucers of milk.” And he went crying on his way. “What is the matter, little kittycat?” asked a child on her way home from school. ‘’Nobody likes me,” answered Kittycat. "That is not true,” said the child. “I like you.” “But,” said Kitty-cat, “you just learn lessons and play with your dolls, and you never stroke my fur or give me saucers of milk.” “That is because you have never asked me,” answered the child, and she took him home with her and stroked his fur and gave him saucers of milk. And Kitty-cat purred and licked his paws and went crying about the world no longer. —W.S.T. TIT FOR TAT Nurse: “What have you been doing, . Nancy: “Rover ate my doll’s slipper, so I have just been punishing him. I went to his kennel and drank all his milk!” I —Sent in by Joan Karn.