THE first time I had a good look at the Morris cat, I thought she was the queerest-looking animal I had ever seen.

She was dark gray just the color of a mouse.

Her eyes were a yellowish green, and for the first few days I was at the Morrises' they looked very unkindly at me.

Then she got over her dislike and we became very good friends.

She was a beautiful cat, and so gentle and affectionate that the whole family loved her.
She was three years old, and she had come to Fairport in a vessel with some sailors, who had gotten her in a far-away place.