Three Little Kittens
Copyright© 2024 by Katharine Pyle
Chapter 1
Jazbury came scampering gaily up the stairs to where his mother and Aunt Tabby were sitting on the window-sill washing their faces and cleaning their fur.
Jazbury was a small black kitten with white markings on his face and breast, and soft little white paws. Soft as those little paws were there were sharp, needle claws hidden in their velvet, and Jazbury knew how to use them when necessary, too.
Mother Bunch’s tail hung down from the window-seat, waving softly. It looked almost like a mouse, so soft and grey. Jazbury made a jump, and caught it with his claws. His mother growled and drew her tail up and curled it around her.
Jazbury jumped up after it, and tried to tease his mother into playing with him.
“Jazbury, you haven’t washed yourself this morning,” said his aunt severely. “Look at your paws. You’ve been in the coal-bin again, you naughty kitten.”
“Well, I thought I heard a mouse there,” mewed Jazbury.
“A mouse! What would a mouse be doing in the coal-bin? No, you just wanted an excuse for clambering about among the coal and making it rattle. And now look how dirty you are.”
“Sit down and make yourself clean, Jazbury,” said his mother. “No; let my tail alone. I’m not going to play with you. And if you want any breakfast you’d better make haste to wash yourself. I will not have such a dirty kitten eating from the saucer with me.”
Jazbury sat down and began to wash his face with one of his grimy little paws.
His aunt sighed. “Paws first,” she said. “You’ll only make yourself dirtier if you try to wash your face before you clean your paws.”
“Oh, dear me!” mewed Jazbury crossly.
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