WHERE IS THE CAT.

Waipawa Mail, Volume 5, Issue 517, 28 August 1883, Page 4

WHERE IS THE CAT.

Colonel Tom Clark, of Brooklyn, once owned a cat on which he showered all the affection of his bachelor heart, and the shower took the shape of a pound of mincemeat every day. One morning the colonel noticed that his feline namesake had wasted away to a mere skeleton, and immediately he summoned his servant Bill to appear before the bar. “ Didn’t I tell you to give the cat a pound of meat every day ?” asked the colonel, “ Yes sir ; and that’s what I give him every morning before you are out of bed,” said Bill. “I don’t believe a word of it. My opinion is that you either pocket the money or eat the meat yourself. Bring me the scales and the cat.” The scales and the cat were brought, the latter was placed in the former, and puss and the mark stopped at the one-pound mark. “ There!” exclaimed the boy in triumph, “ did’nt I tell you I give him a pound of meat this morning ?” “There’s the pound of meat sure enough,” said the colonel, stroking his chin; “ but where on earth is the cat ?”