I had a black cat with a white chest, a beautiful tabby that slept
every day on my sofa. I went on a week's winter holiday, and left
it snoozing, there was a cat flap and it could get out and find food
for itself, usually by meowing outside people's kitchens.
When I came back the mouser was still sleeping, I thought it was
the long sleep so I put the cat in a shoe box and put it on top of
the fire, a sort of pyre. Moggy jumped out of the box, its tail afire,
through the flap fled and stuck its tail in a snow drift.
The grimalkin lives in the woods wishes it was a jaguar, kill things that
is of lesser size than itself, but it never comes near the houses.
