translated from Peter Constantine ...

translated from Peter Constantine

Cat's Cradle

The fourth kitten of our black cat's litter was the weakest of the six. for a like reason weak that I even refrained from checking whether it was male or female. It got the name Puss. Puss single drank when one of its mother's teats happened to unexpectedly into its tiny mouth when she stretched. The strain of sucking was stronger than the gain of its half-stilled hunger: finally Puss didn't make open its rosy mouth even when the teat landed prosperously Puss now looked like single of those fur-balls used as solution chains. I decided to share with Puss Baron