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Title: Letters from a Cat

Author: Helen Jackson

Release Date: April 20, 2010 [EBook #32069]

Language: English

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[Illustration: YOUR AFF PUSSY]

Letters from a Cat.

PUBLISHED BY HER MISTRESS

For the Benefit of all Cats

AND

THE AMUSEMENT OF LITTLE CHILDREN.

BY H. H.,
AUTHOR OF "NELLY'S SILVER MINE."

_WITH SEVENTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY ADDIE LEDYARD._

BOSTON:

ROBERTS BROTHERS.

1879.

_Copyright, 1879,_ By Roberts Brothers.

[Illustration: Helen]

INTRODUCTION.

Dear Children:

I do not feel wholly sure that my Pussy wrote these letters herself.
They always came inside the letters written to me by my mamma, or other
friends, and I never caught Pussy writing at any time when I was at
home; but the printing was pretty bad, and they were signed by Pussy's
name; and my mamma always looked very mysterious when I asked about
them, as if there were some very great secret about it all; so that
until I grew to be a big girl, I never doubted but that Pussy printed
them all alone by herself, after dark.

They were written when I was a very little girl, and was away from home
with my father on a journey. We made this journey in our own carriage,
and it was one of the pleasantest things that ever happened to me. My
clothes and my father's were packed in a little leather valise which was
hung by straps underneath the carriage, and went swinging, swinging,
back and forth, as the wheels went round. My father and I used to walk
up all the steep hills, because old Charley, our horse, was not very
strong; and I kept my eyes on that valise all the while I was walking
behind the carriage; it seemed to me the most unsafe way to carry a
valise, and I wished very much that my best dress had been put in a
bundle that I could carry in my lap. This was the only drawback on the
pleasure of my journey,--my fear that the valise wou