Mouser Cats’ Story
By Amy Prentice
With Thirty-Five Illustrations and a Frontispiece in Colors
BY J. WATSON DAVIS
MOUSER CAT’S STORY.
On that day last week when it stormed so very hard, your Aunt Amy was
feeling very lonely, because all of her men and women friends in the
house were busy, and it was not reasonable to suppose any of her bird or
animal acquaintances would be out. As she sat by the window, watching
the little streams of water as they ran down the glass, she said to
herself that this was one of the days when she could not hope to be
entertained by story-telling.
“You don’t seem to care whether Mrs. Man makes the pickles properly, or
not,” a voice from the doorway said, and, looking around in surprise,
your Aunt Amy saw Mrs. Mouser Cat, an animal with whom she was very well
acquainted, but who had never before ventured to speak with her.
Considerably astonished, because it had not come into her mind that Mrs.
Mouser might prove to be as entertaining as any of the other animals she
had talked with, your Aunt Amy asked:
“What about the pickles, Mrs. Mouser?”
“Why, Mrs. Man is putting them up; didn’t you know it?” the cat replied,
and your Aunt Amy said with a sigh:
“Oh, yes indeed, Mrs. Mouser, I know that, and you also know it is not
possible for me to do any work around the house, owing to my illness.
That is why I am idle on this day when the storm makes it seem very,
“You can sit out of doors all the afternoon with a foolish old duck, or
talk by the hour with Mr. Turtle, who hasn’t got sense enough to go in
when it rains, and yet you never invited me for an afternoon’s
story-telling,” and Mrs. Mouser arched her back as if she was angry.
“Do you know any stories?” your Aunt Amy asked, surprised again, and
Mrs. Mouser replied quickly:
“It would be funny if I didn’t. I’ve lived on this farm more than six
years, and have known pretty much all that has happened around here in