"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.
The kitten will not come.
"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.
"I'm not cruel," replied the kitten, yawning.
"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.
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."
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
"Phoo!" snarled the kitten; "I wouldn't touch the nasty things!"
In turn the Wizard and the children, the horse and the kitten, examined the Gargoyles with the same silent attention.
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.
"You have queer friends, seems to me," replied the kitten, in a surly tone.
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.
The little kitten brightened, its eyes shone, and it seemed ready to lift its tail, jump down on its soft paws, and begin playing with the ball of worsted as a kitten should.
"Sonya?" she thought, glancing at that curled-up, sleeping little kitten with her enormous plait of hair.
He watched her with an amused expression as she petted the kitten and talked to it.
She reluctantly relinquished the kitten and watched him retrace his steps to the barn.
"Hello, kitten," he said in his thick accent.
As she suspected he would, Alex presented her with a fluffy white kitten with bright green eyes less than two weeks after Sam gave her the puppy.
"I named my kitten that because I found it," she explained.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
"I should say so!" grunted another of the piglets, looking uneasily at the kitten; "cats are cruel things."
"If it had any bones, I ate them," replied the kitten, composedly, as it washed its face after the meal.
"Don't worry," Dorothy murmured, soothingly, "I'll not let the kitten hurt you."
They knew the kitten, by this time, so they scampered over to where she lay beside Jim and commenced to frisk and play with her.
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.
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.
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.
"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."
There are certain things proper for a kitten to eat; but I never heard of a kitten eating a pig, under ANY cir'stances.
The kitten looked at the horse thoughtfully, as if trying to decide whether he meant it or not.
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.
"No they won't," said the voice of the kitten, and Eureka herself crawled over the edge of the platform and sat down quietly upon the floor.
"I simply can't describe 'em," answered the kitten, shuddering.
"Almost on earth isn't being there," said the kitten, in a discontented tone.
One moment Dorothy sat beside them with the kitten in her lap, and a moment later the horse, the piglets, the Wizard and the boy were all that remained in the underground prison.
She nestled herself comfortably in Dorothy's lap until the kitten gave a snarl of jealous anger and leaped up with a sharp claw fiercely bared to strike Billina a blow.
But the little girl gave the angry kitten such a severe cuff that it jumped down again without daring to scratch.
Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it.
So Dorothy ran to her room and found the kitten under the bed.
"I won't," answered the kitten, in a surly voice.
"All right," returned the kitten, creeping out.
"Who accuses me?" asked the kitten, defiantly.
The kitten could not have eaten your piglet--for here it is!
"I refuse to be free," cried the kitten, in a sharp voice, "unless the Wizard can do his trick with eight piglets.
At this everyone in the Throne Room suddenly became quiet, and the kitten continued, in a calm, mocking tone of voice:
Then the crowd cheered lustily and Dorothy hugged the kitten in her arms and told her how delighted she was to know that she was innocent.
"It would have spoiled the fun," replied the kitten, yawning.
She delicately plucked the kitten from his hand and cuddled it against her cheek.
He hated cats, but he carried the kitten all the way to the kitchen and back simply to show her one.
I'll be as quiet as a kitten in slippers as I creep up to the bedroom.
Romas leaned back and snatched the kitten trotting toward her, and Evelyn rose to her knees, looking both surprised and dismayed.
Romas tossed the kitten, which darted for her again.
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.
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.
"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.
"Of course; can't you see?" and again the kitten wandered into the air and back to 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.
They all looked around, but the kitten was no place to be seen.
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.