Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 145, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 June 1918 — THE TRUE STORY OF KITTY CURLY [ARTICLE]

THE TRUE STORY OF KITTY CURLY

Teddy had a pretty malteee called MUmma Grey-cat. One day he could not find her. He ran all over the heuae calling "D*r, Kitty,” but she did not oome. Then he went out to the playhouse in the backyard. Some one had dug a hole underneath, and out walked Mamma Grey-cat with a baby kitten in her mouth. She ran back into the hole again, and brought out another. One baby was veey homely, with blade spots and yellow eyes. Teddy called her “Spotty." The other was white, with blue eyes and grey markings. She had a cute little curt la the fur between her ears. "I am going to caM you Kitty Gariy,” cried Toddy, and be ran with her into the house. Teddy showed the pretty kitten to mine. “Vamma Grey-cat has another one, co I’m going to keep thio one for my own,” he said. After that Kitty Guriy stayed in the bouse, while Spotty and Manama flanojr ent had to live in the barn. Kitty Curly was very vain. Around her neck she wore a btae ribbon that just matched her eyes. Every time she passed a mirror she stopped to see whether the bow was straight, and whether the little curl between her ears was still there. Then she would wash her paws and think, "What a pretty pussy cat I am.” One day nurse found Kitty Curly' hanging by her blue ribbon from a peg of the bat-rack. Teddy was just going out of the front door. “Oh, you naughty boy!” scolded nurse. “You almost choked poor Kitty Curly. “I didn’t mean to,’’ cried Teddy. "i only wanted to know where to find her when I got back.’’ And he kissed Kitty Curly and gave her a saucer of cream. Her throat felt very sore where the ribbon pinched it, so she rax out to tell Spotty all about it. “Dear me, Spotty," she said, “I hope it hasn't mussed my fur. There <a gome freeh shiny asphalt on the street that will make a splendid mirror. lam going to look in it.” “Look out,” said Spotty, “or you wIU stick in that asphalt It isn’t day yet” “I guess I can take care of myself,” said Curly proudly. “You can’t tett me anything. You are only a barn cat.” Kitty Curly couldn’t see very well kt the asphalt after all. She kept leaning farther and farther over, till her whickers caught In the fresh tar, and there she stuck! When Teddy’s papa came home, he found her. He cut off her whiskers, sod then shaved the fur off her forehead, curl and all, for there were little specks of tar all over her face. “You had better get a wig lor Kitty Curly now,” laughed papa. And Kitty Curly hid behind the stove and thought, "I will never look in a mirror again as long as I Rvn."