SEPTEMBER 18: A Black Cat
“A little girl,” said daddy, “owned a beautiful big black cat. The little girl’s name was Carrie and the cat’s name was Mrs. Coal. One day Mrs. Coal’s eyes were shining very brightly and she rubbed up against Carrie as if to say:
“‘I am so happy,’ and how she purred.
“From the look in Mrs. Coal’s green eyes Carrie knew that she wanted her to follow somewhere.
“Way back in a storeroom lying on an old worn-out mattress were five little bits of fuzz.
“Mrs. Coal looked at Carrie and then licked the tiny little bits of fuzz with her big tongue. ‘My little kittens, my babies,’ was what she was saying in cat talk.”