And as for eatin'-- Well, every time I cooked meat or fish they sat down in a circle and whooped for some.

When I took it off the fire and put it in a plate on the table, I had to put another plate and a--a plane or somethin' heavy on top of it or they'd have had it sartin sure.

Then when I sat down to eat it they formed a circle again like a reg'lar band and tuned up and hollered.

Lord a-mercy, HOW they did holler! And if one of the kittens stopped, run out of wind or got a sore throat or anything, the old cat would bite it to set it goin' again.

She wan't goin' to have any shirkin' in HER orchestra.