David, frightened at the sudden aerial ascension, uttered a howl.

Isaiah dropped the basket as if it was red hot.
"What in tunket!" he exclaimed.
"Nothin' but a cat," explained the Captain.

"'Twon't hurt you." "A cat! What--whose cat ?" "Mine," said Mary-'Gusta, running to the rescue.

"He's a real good cat.
He ain't cross; he's scared, that's all.

Honest, he ain't cross.