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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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When
the
sun
came
up
she
sought
for
cover.
An
adjoining
block
still
stood
with
little
change,
and
the
Royal
Analostan
retired
to
that.
She
knew
some
of
its
trails;
but
once
there,
was
unpleasantly
surprised
to
find
the
place
swarming
with
Cats
that,
like
herself,
were
driven
from
their
old
grounds,
and
when
the
garbage-cans
came
out
there
were
several
Slummers
at
each.
It
meant
a
famine
in
the
land,
and
Pussy,
after
standing
it
a
few
days,
was
reduced
to
seeking
her
other
home
on
Fifth
Avenue.
She
got
there
to
find
it
shut
up
and
deserted.
She
waited
about
for
a
day;
had
an
unpleasant
experience
with
a
big
man
in
a
blue
coat,
and
next
night
returned
to
the
crowded
slum.
September
and
October
wore
away.
Many
of
the
Cats
died
of
starvation
or
were
too
weak
to
escape
their
natural
enemies.
But
Kitty,
young
and
strong,
still
lived.
Great
changes
had
come
over
the
ruined
blocks.
Though
silent
on
the
night
when
she
first
saw
them,
they
were
crowded
with
noisy
workmen
all
day.
A
tall
building,
well
advanced
on
her
arrival,
was
completed
at
the
end
of
October,
and
Slum
Kitty,
driven
by
hunger,
went
sneaking
up
to
a
pail
that
a
negro
had
set
outside.
The
pail,
unfortunately,
was
not
for
garbage;
it
was
a
new
thing
in
that
region:
a
scrubbing-pail.
A
sad
disappointment,
but
it
had
a
sense
of
comfort--there
were
traces
of
a
familiar
touch
on
the
handle.
While
she
was
studying
it,
the
negro
elevator-boy
came
out
again.
In
spite
of
his
blue
clothes,
his
odorous
person
confirmed
the
good
impression
of
the
handle.
Kitty
had
retreated
across
the
street.
He
gazed
at
her.
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