I watched her lay the little balls all among the furs, and then tie them up in linen bags, and pack them away in a chest.
"It happened that I had an old cat named Muff, and as soon as mamma had gone down-stairs, I took it into my head to pack her away in camphor balls.

So I put her into an old pillow-case with a handful of suffocating moth-balls, and tied her up tight.

She mewed and scratched at a terrible rate, but I tugged away at the heavy lid of the chest until I got it open, and then pop went poor old Muff in with the other furs.
"Luckily, mamma found an astrakhan cape, several hours later, that she had overlooked, and went back to the attic to put it into the chest, or the poor cat would have smothered.

When she raised the lid there was that pillow-case squirming around as if it were alive.

It frightened her so that she jumped back and dropped the lid, and then stood screaming for Bridget.