[The Phoenix and the Carpet by E. Nesbit]@TWC D-Link bookThe Phoenix and the Carpet CHAPTER 8 3/33
We've just fed them.' 'It don't sound like it,' said the policeman grimly. 'I daresay they're not REAL cats,' said Jane madly, perhaps they're only dream-cats.' 'I'll dream-cat you, my lady,' was the brief response of the force. 'If you understood anything except people who do murders and stealings and naughty things like that, I'd tell you all about it,' said Robert; 'but I'm certain you don't.
You're not meant to shove your oar into people's private cat-keepings.
You're only supposed to interfere when people shout "murder" and "stop thief" in the street.
So there!' The policeman assured them that he should see about that; and at this point the Phoenix, who had been making itself small on the pot-shelf under the dresser, among the saucepan lids and the fish-kettle, walked on tip-toed claws in a noiseless and modest manner, and left the room unnoticed by any one. 'Oh, don't be so horrid,' Anthea was saying, gently and earnestly.
'We LOVE cats--dear pussy-soft things.
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