see the man jump out of the window, leaving on the floor a large sack,
which was filled with silver.

The master rushed to the telephone and almost before one could turn
around, several policemen were in the house. I heard him tell them about
the strange cat who cried out and woke them up, saying that he wanted to
find me and as I had saved the silver, he would keep me henceforth and
give me a home. Hearing this made me happy, but I realized that such a
beautiful house was no place for me, especially in my present condition,
as I was more of a slum cat than one to grace such a position. I quietly
slipped out into the night, feeling more hopeless and homeless than ever
before.

Hungry and forlorn, wishing that I was someone's pet, I wandered along,
looking at the fine houses, wishing that I had a home there, for I did not
at the time really know what a "square meal" was like, nor did I know what
a home meant. Neither a provision store nor a school is really a home. In
fact I have heard of cats who slept on beds and some who had bassinets;
who sat by open fires and dined on the fat of the land. What is more,
during my recent wanderings, I met one of these aristocratic animals who
had lost his way, and he told me great tales of wealth, what his folks
did, how he went to the seashore every summer, even going in a motor car.
Oh, how important he felt! He said that he slept in a basket lined with
down, and, as he wore a very expensive collar, I had no reason to doubt
him. He had roamed from home and I afterwards heard that a reward had been
offered for him.

He was a regular "sissy" and cried and sniffled when he was obliged to
stay out all night. I offered him some of my picked up food but he turned
up his aristocratic nose and said that he always had liver for breakfast,