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Letters from a Cat
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Helen Hunt Jackson
27
So
he
began
to
mew
at
the
top
of
his
voice,
and
between
his
mewing
and
mine,
there
was
noise
enough
for
a
few
minutes;
then
windows
began
to
open,
and
I
heard
your
grandfather
swearing
and
throwing
out
a
stick
of
wood
at
Caesar;
fortunately
he
was
so
near
the
house
that
it
did
not
hit
him.
At
last
your
grandfather
came
downstairs,
and
opened
the
back
door;
and
Caesar
was
so
frightened
that
he
ran
away,
for
which
I
have
never
thought
so
well
of
him
since,
though
we
are
still
very
good
friends.
When
I
heard
him
running
off,
and
calling
back
to
me,
from
a
distance,
that
he
was
so
sorry
he
could
not
help
me,
my
courage
began
to
fail,
and
in
a
moment
more,
I
should
have
let
go
of
the
edge
of
the
barrel,
and
sunk
to
the
bottom;
but
luckily
your
grandfather
noticed
that
there
was
something
very
strange
about
my
mewing,
and
opened
the
door
at
the
head
of
the
cellar
stairs,
saying,
"I
do
believe
the
cat
is
in
some
trouble
down
here."
Then
I
made
a
great
effort
and
mewed
still
more
piteously.
How
I
wished
I
could
call
out
and
say,
"Yes,
indeed,
I
am;
drowning
to
death,
in
I'm
sure
I
don't
know
what,
but
something
a
great
deal
worse
than
water!"
However,
he
understood
me
as
it
was,
and
came
down
with
a
lamp.
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