allowed her to take me up gently and place a bag over my wasted body. She
carried me in her arms to an electric car, which she entered. After we had
gone some distance, she alighted at a quiet street and stopped before a
sort of shop over which was a sign which read "Animal Rescue League." Oh,
joy and happiness! A home at last. It was too good to be true. Once inside
I was bathed with some queer smelling substance, fed in small amounts at a
time, and put to bed in a comfortable clean place, in a row with a number
of other cats.



CHAPTER V


You may imagine how fond I became of my rescuer. It may seem hard to
believe, but once she actually patted me on the head and stroked my fur
with her gentle hands. No one had ever done that before. It made me feel
like crying. Such kindness made life worth living, and, thanks to good
care, good food, and a contented mind, I was getting better every day. One
day I heard her say that I was improving and must have once been a
handsome cat. I wanted to tell her of my wonderful voice, but did not do
so, and compromised by squaring my shoulders and combing out my whiskers
with my claws, for I had saved them and felt that they were still a credit
to me. (I think she admired them also.)

Hearing occasional barkings, I soon found that there were dogs of all
descriptions there also, but in another room where they could not molest
us. Oh, what a beautiful place it seemed after all my wanderings and
hardships. Time went on and from remarks I overheard, I knew that I had
regained my former excellent appearance. People frequently came in and