og couldclimb a tree just as well as a cat. He was running so fast that he did go up the tree, quite a littleway, six feet or more. But about that time he began to slip, andthen something fell heavily to the ground. It was Spot! When he picked himself up, he took no further interest in that cat,but… … PUSSY out in the falling rain:— Hes peeping through the window pane.— By staying out too late at night, He Buffers thus in painful plight. Lean) from this careless kittens lateAmi never tarry out too late.
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