ts, but not in just the same way as hers.

At first she thought her largest daughter was the beauty of the family;
she was such a clear yellow, with not a hair of any other color on her.
"I always did like yellow Cats," said the young mother, "and they are
said to be very strong."

Then she looked at her smaller daughter, who was white with tiny yellow
and black spots on neck and head. "Such a clean-looking baby," she
exclaimed, "and I am sure that when her eyes are open I shall find them
blue like my own."

Just at this moment, the warm, dark little bunch of fur between her
forepaws moved, and she looked lovingly down upon him, her only son. "He
is certainly a very remarkable one," she said. "I never before saw such
a fine mixture of yellow and black, first a hair of one and then a hair
of the other, so that, unless one is very close to him it looks like a
rich brown. And then his feet!" She gave him a loving little poke with
one forefoot and turned him onto his back. This made him wave his tiny
paws in the air. The thick cushions of skin on each were as black as
black could be, and that is very uncommon. They are usually pink, like
those of his sisters.

The little fellow lay there, wriggling very feebly, until his mother
gave him another poke that turned him over. Then he stretched and
crawled toward her, reaching his head first one way and then another. He
was so weak that he could not raise his body from the hay, but dragged
it along by taking short and uncertain steps with his four shaking legs.
It was only a short time since he found that he had legs, and he hadn't
any idea how to use them. He just moved whichever one seemed most in his
way.

He didn't know where he was going, or what he was going for, but his
little stomach was empty and he was cold. Something, he didn't know
what, made him drag himself toward the big, warm creature near by. When
his black nose touched the fur of her body, he stopped pushing ahead and
began to feel from side to side. He did not know now for what he was
feeling, yet when he found something his tiny mouth closed around it and
a stream of sweet warm milk began to flow down his throat and into his
empty stomach. He did not know that it was milk. He did not know
anything except that it was good, and then he fell asleep. His sisters
did in the same way, and soon the happy mother could look down and see
her three babies in a row beside her, all sound asleep. Their pointed
little