"Very well, I won't touch it," decided the kitten; "but you must keep it away from me, for the smell is very tempting."
The kitten did not reply.
"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.
The kitten will not come.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
Don Felix de Azara wrote of one which he kept on a chain that it was "as gentle and playful as any kitten could be."
"I'm not cruel," replied the kitten, yawning.
"Don't worry," Dorothy murmured, soothingly, "I'll not let the kitten hurt you."
The cab-horse, who never slept long at a time, sat upon his haunches and watched the tiny piglets and the kitten with much approval.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
By the grace of her movements, by the softness and flexibility of her small limbs, and by a certain coyness and reserve of manner, she reminded one of a pretty, half-grown kitten which promises to become a beautiful little cat.
The little kitten, feasting her eyes on him, seemed ready at any moment to start her gambols again and display her kittenish nature.
She reluctantly relinquished the kitten and watched him retrace his steps to the barn.
The blue eyes -and the white coat of the kitten indicate that the Siamese breed is a semi-albino, which when adult tends towards melanism, such a combination of characters being apparently unknown in any other animal.
"I should say so!" grunted another of the piglets, looking uneasily at the kitten; "cats are cruel things."
"But what am I going to eat?" wailed the kitten, sitting in front of Dorothy and looking pleadingly into her face.
"If it had any bones, I ate them," replied the kitten, composedly, as it washed its face after the meal.
Eureka helped him by flying into the faces of the enemy and scratching and biting furiously, and the kitten ruined so many vegetable complexions that the Mangaboos feared her as much as they did the horse.
The mouth of the hole was nearly filled up now, but the kitten gave a leap through the remaining opening and at once scampered up into the air.
Then, as the others had by this time moved away from the table, the kitten sprang upon the chair and put her paws upon the cloth to see what there was to eat.
She placed a plate of food upon the floor and the kitten ate greedily.
The kitten gazed wistfully at the forbidden fruit.
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
She squeezed the kitten, though, until it screeched; and then the old cab-horse made several curious sounds that led the little girl to suspect he was laughing at them all.
There are certain things proper for a kitten to eat; but I never heard of a kitten eating a pig, under ANY cir'stances.
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
In turn the Wizard and the children, the horse and the kitten, examined the Gargoyles with the same silent attention.
Even the kitten gave a dreadfully shrill scream and at the same time Jim the cab-horse neighed loudly.
When Eureka's captor had thrown the kitten after the others the last Gargoyle silently disappeared, leaving our friends to breathe freely once more.
They all looked around, but the kitten was no place to be seen.
Carmen lowered the kitten so that Destiny could reach her.
The kitten pushed her head into Destiny's hand and began a loud purr.
It was only fair that she let the children name the kitten, since Alex had named the puppy for them.
Romas leaned back and snatched the kitten trotting toward her, and Evelyn rose to her knees, looking both surprised and dismayed.
Her left foot found the first shallow step, and she took another step back, her eyes pinned on the second kitten running along the table.
"Hello, kitten," he said in his thick accent.
Stepping cautiously from one foot to the other she ran like a kitten the few steps to the door and grasped the cold door handle.
"I named my kitten that because I found it," she explained.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.