STORY OF A KITTEN.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 11, 14 March 1891, Page 19

STORY OF A KITTEN.

There was a kitten who had a marvellous talent for escaping from all kinds of perils. He was shut up in an oven by a heedless servant, and left there over a night, but although it seemed that he must be baked to a crisp, be came out in the morning none the worse for the fiery ordeal. He was run over by a railroad train, but crouched close to the ground and escaped injury. He received a charge of bird-shot one day, while he was himself hunting birds in the woods, but we picked out as many of the shot as we could, and he began at once to recover, and soon was all rignt again. Finally he was put into a bag with a stone, and thrown into a river, but he managed to find a small hole in one corner of the bag, and enlarged it so that he was able to get out. Then he swam ashore and came home.

In view of these marvellous escapes we decided to keep the cat, and gave him the name of Plutarch, because he had so many Hees. The name was a happy one and yet as the story of Plutarch's adventures had to be t<dd each time his name was mentioned to a new acquaintance, his owners wished at last that t hey had named him plain Tom or Dick. Similar explanations were necessary on the part of the man who named his two canaries Wheeler and Wilson, ‘ because neither was a Singer.’