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Letters from a Cat
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Helen Hunt Jackson
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In
my
last
letter
I
told
you
about
the
new
black
cat,
Caesar,
who
had
come
to
live
in
the
Nelson
house,
and
how
anxious
I
was
to
know
him.
As
soon
as
my
nose
was
fit
to
be
seen,
Judge
Dickinson's
cat,
who
is
a
good,
hospitable
old
soul,
in
spite
of
her
stupidity,
invited
me
to
tea,
and
asked
him
too.
All
the
other
cats
were
asked
to
come
later
in
the
evening,
and
we
had
a
grand
frolic,
hunting
rats
in
the
Judge's
great
barn.
Caesar
is
certainly
the
handsomest
and
most
gentlemanly
cat
I
ever
saw.
He
paid
me
great
attention:
in
fact,
so
much,
that
one
of
those
miserable
half-starved
cats
from
Mill
Valley
grew
so
jealous
that
she
flew
at
me
and
bit
my
ear
till
it
bled,
which
broke
up
the
party.
But
Caesar
went
home
with
me,
so
I
did
not
care;
then
we
sat
and
talked
a
long
time
under
the
nursery
window.
I
was
so
much
occupied
in
what
he
was
saying,
that
I
did
not
hear
Mary
open
the
window
overhead,
and
was
therefore
terribly
frightened
when
there
suddenly
came
down
on
us
a
whole
pailful
of
water.
I
was
so
startled
that
I
lost
all
presence
of
mind;
and
without
bidding
him
good-night,
I
jumped
directly
into
the
cellar
window
by
which
we
were
sitting.
Oh,
my
dear
Helen,
I
can
never
give
you
any
idea
of
what
followed.
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