him how he could make Miss Kitty Cat angry just by
standing still and pointing at her.

"You'd better leave that cat alone," the old horse Ebenezer advised him.
"Don't you remember how she clawed you when you cornered her in this
barn one day?"

"I remember--yes!" Spot admitted, as he looked cross-eyed at his nose,
which still bore the marks of Miss Kitty's claws. "I'm careful not to
stand too near her," he explained. "I don't try to grab her. I just
stare at her. And she gets wild."

"A wild cat," old Ebenezer warned him, "is a dangerous creature."

"Nonsense!" said Spot. "She always sneaks away after I've pointed at her
for a few minutes. It's the funniest sight! If you could see it once
you'd know she was terribly afraid of me."

"Nonsense!" said the old horse Ebenezer. But he couldn't make Spot
believe there was the slightest danger in teasing Miss Kitty Cat.

"She always runs up a tree after I've been pointing at her," Spot went
on.

"You'd better look out!" Ebenezer cautioned him. "She'll have you
climbing a tree the first thing you know."

Well, that made Spot laugh. And he went out of the barn feeling even
more pleased with himself than ever. He was sorry that Miss Kitty Cat
wasn't in the yard. He felt just like bothering her.

"I'll go up to the pasture and find me a woodchuck to chase," Spot said
to himself, for he was in such high spirits that he simply had to have
fun of some sort.

First, however, he decided to stop and dig up a bone that he had buried
in the flower garden. So he trotted across the yard. And as he drew near
the farmhouse he changed his plans all at once. He forgot his bone and
he forgot his woodchuck, too. For he caught sight of something that had
escaped his eye before. Stretched on the ledge outside one of the
kitchen windows Miss Kitty Cat was enjoying a nap in the sunshine.

"Aha!" said Spot very softly. "Aha! Here's a bit of luck." And he turned
sharply aside and hurried towards the house, to come to a dead stop
beneath the window and stand there motionless with his nose pointing at
the sleeping form of Miss Kitty.

Though Spot didn't make the slightest noise the sleeper suddenly opened
her eyes.

"_Tchah!_" she exclaimed, springing to her feet and glaring at her
annoyer.

If the window hadn't been closed no doubt Miss Kitty would have slipped
through it into the kitchen. But there was no escape that way.

"It's a pity," she muttered, "that a person can't take a cat