Doc was a wrathful and indignant cat when he was freed.

Evidently he thought the whole thing was a put-up job to bring him low.

He gave Susan a baleful glance by way of gratitude and rushed out of the kitchen to take sanctuary in the jungle of the sweet-briar hedge, where he sulked for the rest of the day.
Susan swept up her broken dishes grimly.
"The Huns themselves couldn't have worked more havoc here," she said bitterly.

"But when people will keep a Satanic animal like that, in spite of all warnings, they cannot complain when their wedding bowls get broken.

Things have come to a pretty pass when an honest woman cannot leave her kitchen for a few minutes without a fiend of a cat rampaging through it with his head in a salmon can.".