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JUST IN CASE YOU'RE HUNGRY, THAT IS. In some
place far back in his mind, he felt a little ashamed that he
would so readily cast another luckless creature into the cat's
jaws to save his own gray hide. But he ignored that. He
was, after all, a squirrel. And what are mice to squirrels but
cat food?
The tabby purred gently, the softness of the sound belied
by the hard glitter of his eyes. He leaped gracefully to the
table. SQUIRREL, he sighed. To the squirrel it sounded as
though the cat might be remembering with fondness a meat
he hadn't tasted in some time.
OH, CAT, OH, CAT, WHY DON'T YOU NAP A WHILE
IN THE SUN? THERE'S A LOVELY BIT OF SUNSHINE
THERE ON THE HEARTH. THERE HAVEN'T BEEN TOO
MANY WARM DAYS LIKE THIS. I SHOULD THINK
YOU'D WANT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT. HE'LL BE
BACK TO FEED US BOTH SOON.
And, in truth, the squirrel was hungry. He could almost
taste the sweet, chewy meat of a chestnut. Oh, for a nice
pile of chestnuts now! Or even a few bitter acorns.
A soft paw tapped at the bars. Chattering and scolding,
the squirrel made himself as small as he could and ducked
into the farthest comer of his cage. He was caught between
an instinctive need to be free of the confining cage and the
understanding that only the bars kept the cat at bay
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