I take him everywhere in it at the Falls." There was an electric pause.

Four pairs of startled, questioning, fearful eyes were on the basket while Billy fumbled at the knot of the string.

The next moment, with a triumphant flourish, Billy lifted from the basket and placed on the floor a very small gray kitten with a very large pink bow.
"There, ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, Spunk." The tiny creature winked and blinked, and balanced for a moment on sleepy legs; then at the uncontrollable shout that burst from Bertram's throat, he faced the man, humped his tiny back, bristled his diminutive tail to almost unbelievable fluffiness, and spit wrathfully.
"And so that is Spunk!" choked Bertram.
"Yes," said Billy.

"This is Spunk.".