ood to drink." So she slipped in
through the door.

Inside was a warm, warm kitchen. Spot trotted softly to the front of the
stove and there she curled up. She was very happy, so she closed her
eyes and began to sing:

"Purrrr, purrrr,
Curling up warm
To a ball of fur,
I close my eyes
And purr and purr.
Purrrr, purrrr,
Purrrr, purrrr."

Bang! went the kitchen door. Spot opened one sleepy eye. In front of her
stood a cross, cross woman. The cross, cross woman scowled. She picked
up poor Spot and threw her out of the door, screaming:

"Scat, scat!
You old street cat!
Scat, scat!
And never come back!"

With a bound Spot jumped back to the fence.

"Meow, meow!
I've no place to eat,
I've no place to sleep,
I've only the street.
Meow, meow, meow!"

So she trotted along the fence. In a little while sniff! went her little
pink nose again. She smelled more smoke. She stopped by a house with two
chimneys. The smoke came out of both chimneys! "Where there are two
fires there must be room for me," thought Spot. She jumped off the fence
and pattered to the door. By the door there were two empty milk bottles.
"Where there is so much milk there will be some for me," thought Spot.
But the door was shut tight. Spot ran to the window. It was open! In
skipped Spot. There was another warm, warm kitchen and there was another
stove. Spot trotted softly to the stove and curled up happy and warm.
She closed her eyes and softly sang:

"Purrrr, purrrr,
Curling up warm
To a ball of fur,
I close my eyes
And purr and purr.
Purrrr, purrrr,
Purrrr, purrrr."

"Ssssspt!" hissed something close by. Spot leapt to her feet. "Ssssspt!"
she answered back. For there in front of her stood an enormous black
cat. His back was humped, his hair stood on end, his eyes gleamed and
his teeth showed white.

"Ssssspt! leave my rug!
Ssssspt! leave my fire!
Ssssspt! leave my milk!
Ssssspt! leave my home!"

Spot gave one great jump out of the window and another great jump to the
top of the fence. For Spot was little and thin and the great black cat
was strong and big. And he didn't want Spot in his home.

Poor Spot trotted along the fence, thinking:

"Meow, meow,
I've no place to eat,
I've no place to sleep,
I've only the street,
Meow, meow, meow."

In a little while she smelled smoke