I prefer men's outsides, too, to women's in some respects. Why all human beings—since they have no coats of their own, and are obliged to buy them—do not buy handsomely marked furs whilst they are about it, is a puzzle to a cat. As to the miserable2 stuff ladies cover themselves with in an evening, there is about as much comfort and softness in it as in going to sleep on a duster. Men's coats are nothing to boast of, either to look at or to feel, but they are thicker. If you happen to clutch a little with gratification or excitement, your claws don't go through; and they don't squeak3 like a mouse in a trap and call you treacherous4 because their own coats are thin.
I was very comfortable in my new home. My master was exceedingly kind to me, and he has a fearless and friendly way of tickling5 one's toes which is particularly agreeable, and not commonly to be met with.
Yes, my life was even more luxurious6 than before. It is so still. To eat, drink, and sleep, to keep oneself warm, and in good condition, and to pay proper attention to one's personal appearance; that is all one has to do in a life like mine in bachelors' quarters.
One has unpleasant dreams sometimes. I think my tea is occasionally too strong, though I have learned to prefer it to milk, and my master always gives it to me in his own saucer. If he has friends to tea, they give me some in their saucers. One can't refuse, but I fancy too much tea is injurious to the nerves.
The night before last, I positively7 dreamed that I was deserted8. I fancied that I was chased along a housetop, and fell from the gutter9. Down—down—but I woke up on the bear-skin before the fire, as our man-servant was bringing in candles.
It made me wonder how Mrs. Tabby was getting on. I had never done anything further in that matter; but really when one's life goes in a certain groove10, and everything one can wish for is provided in abundance, one never seems to have time for these things. It is wonderful how energetic some philanthropic people are. I dare say they like the fuss. (I can't endure fuss!) And Mrs. Tabby's appearance—excellent creature!—would probably make her feel ill-at-ease in bachelor quarters, if we could change places. Her fur is really almost mangy, and she has nothing to speak of in the way of a tail. But she is a worthy11 soul. And some day, when the Captain and I are going to town without much luggage—or if she should happen to be collecting in the country,—I will certainly look up a few of my worst bones for the Fund.
I really hesitate to approach the subject of my one source of discontent. It seems strange that there should be any crook12 in a lot so smooth as ours. Plenty to eat and drink, handsome coats, no encumbrances13, and a temperament14 naturally inclined—at least, in my case—towards taking life easy. And yet, as I lay stretched full-length down one of my master's knees the other night, before a delicious fire, and after such a saucerful of creamy tea which he could not drink himself—I kept waking up with uncomfortable starts, fancying I saw on the edge of the fender—but I will tell the matter in proper order.
I turned round to get my back to it, but I thought of it all the same; and as every hair of my moustaches twitched15, with the vexation of my thoughts, I observed that my master was pulling and biting at his, and glaring at the fire as if he expected to see—however, I do not trouble myself about the crumples17 in his rose-leaves. He is big enough to take care of himself. My own grievance18 I will state plainly and at once. It may be a relief to my mind, which I sometimes fear will be unhinged by dwelling19 on the thought of—but to begin.
It will easily be understood that after my arrival at my new home, I waited anxiously for the appearance of the mouse; but it will hardly be credited by any one who knows me, or who knew my grandmother, that I saw it and let it escape me. It was seated on the sugar-basin, just as the Captain had described it. The torn ear, the jerking tail, the bright eyes—all were there.
If this story falls into the paws of any young cat who wishes to avoid the mortifications which have embittered20 my favoured existence, let me warn him to remember that a creature who has lived on friendly terms with human beings cannot be judged by common rules. Many a mouse's eye as bright as this one had I seen, but hitherto never one that did not paralyze before my own.
He looked at me—I looked at him. His tail jerked—mine responded. Our whiskers twitched—joy filled my brain to intoxication—I crept—I crouched21—I sprang—
He was not spell-bound—he did not even run away. With a cool twinkle of that hateful eye, and one twitch16 of the ragged22 ear, he just overbalanced the silver sugar-pot and dropped to the ground, the basin and sugar falling on the top of him with a crash which made me start against my will. I think that start just baulked the lightning flash of my second leap, and he was gone—absolutely gone. To add insult to injury, my master ran in from his bedroom and shouted—"Stealing, Toots? confound you, you've knocked down my sugar-pot," and threw both his hair-brushes at me.
I steal?—and, worse still, I knock down anything, who have walked among three dozen wine-glasses, on a shelf in the butler's pantry, without making them jingle24! But I must be calm, for there is more to tell.
The mouse never returned. It was something, but it was not enough. My pride had been deeply hurt, and it demanded revenge. At last I felt it almost a grievance that I did reign25 supreme26 in the Captain's quarters, that the mouse did not come back—and let me catch him.
Besides our in-door man, my master had an Irish groom27, and the groom had a place (something between a saddle-room and a scullery) where he said he "kept what the master required," but where, the master said, Terence kept what was not wanted, and lost what was.
There certainly were, to my knowledge, fifteen empty Day and Martin's blacking-bottles in one corner, for I used occasionally to walk over them to keep my feet in practice, and it was in this room that Terence last had conscious possession of the hunting-breeches which were never seen after the Captain's birthday, when Terence threw the clothes-brush after me, because I would not drink the master's health in whisky, and had to take the cleanest of the shoe brushes to his own coat, which was dusty from lying in the corn-chest.
But he was a good-natured creature, and now and then, for a change, I followed him into the saddle-room. I am thankful to say I have never caught mice except for amusement, and a cat of daintier tastes does not exist. But one has inherited instincts—and the musty, fusty, mousey smell of the room did excite me a little. Besides, I practised my steps among the blacking-bottles.
I was on the top of the most tottering28 part of the pile one afternoon, when I saw a pair of bead-like eyes, and—yes, I could swear to it—a torn ear. But before I could spring to the ground they had vanished behind the corn-chest.
This was how it came about that when the Captain's room was cosiest29, and he and his friends were kindest, I used to steal away from luxuries which are dear to every fibre of my constitution, and pat hastily down to the dirty hole, where Terence accumulated old rubbish and misused30 and mislaid valuables—in the wild hope that I might hear, smell, or see the ragged-eared enemy of my peace.
What hours I have wasted, now blinking with sleep, now on the alert at sounds like the revelries of mocking mice.
When I say that I have even risked wet feet, on a damp afternoon, to get there—every cat will understand how wild must have been the infatuation!
I tried to reason myself out of it. "Toots," I would say, "you banished31 him from your master's room, and you have probably banished him from Terence's. Why pursue the matter farther? So pitiful an object is unworthy of your revenge."
"Very true," I would reply to myself, "but I want a turn in the air. I'll just step down as far as the saddle-room once more, and make myself finally comfortable by looking behind the old barrel. I don't think I went quite round it."
There is no delusion32 so strong when it besets33 you, or so complete a failure in its results—as the hope of getting relief from an infatuation by indulging it once more. It grows worse every time.
One day I was stealing away as usual, when I caught my master's eye with a peculiar34 expression in it. He was gnawing35 his moustaches too. I am very fond of him, and I ran back to the chair and looked up and mewed, for I wanted to know what was the matter.
"You're a curious cat, Toots," said he; "but I suppose you're only like the rest of the world. I did think you did care a little bit for me. It's only the cream, is it, old fellow? As a companion, you prefer Terence? Eh? Well, off with you!"
But I need hardly say that I would not leave him. It was no want of love for him that led me to the saddle-room. I was not base enough to forget that he had been my friend in need, even if he had been less amiable36 to me since. All that evening I lay on his breast and slept. But I dreamt of the mouse!
The next morning he went out riding.
"He will not miss me now," thought I. "I will devote the morning to hunting through that wretched room inch by inch, for the last time. It will satisfy me that the mouse is not there, and it really is a duty to try and convince myself of this, that I may be cured of an infatuation which causes annoyance37 to so excellent a master."
I hurried off as rapidly as befitted the vigour38 of the resolution, and when I got into the saddle-room I saw the mouse. And when the mouse saw me he fled like the wind.
I confess that I should have lost him then, but that a hole on which he had reckoned was stopped up, and he had to turn.
What a chase it was! Never did I meet his equal for audacity39 and fleetness. But I knew the holes as well as he did, and cut him off at every one. Round and round we went—behind the barrel, over the corn-chest, and then he made for the middle of the room.
Now, amongst all the rubbish which Terence had collected about him, there were many old articles of clothing belonging to the Captain, including a pair of long riding-boots, which had been gathering40 mildew41, and stiffening42 out of shape in their present position ever since I came. One of these was lying on the floor; and just as I was all but upon the mouse, he darted43 into the boot.
A quiver of delight ran through me. With all his unwonted sagacity, Master Mouse had run straight into a trap. The boot was wide, and head and shoulders I plunged44 in after my prey45.
I scented46 him all the way down the leg, but the painful fact is that I could not quite get to the bottom. He must have crouched in the toe or heel, and I could get no farther than the calf47. Oh, if my master's legs had but been two inches shorter! I should have clawed into the remotest corner of the foot. As it was, I pushed, I struggled, I shook, I worried the wretched boot—but all in vain.
Only when I was all but choked did I withdraw my head for a gasp48 of fresh air. And there was the Captain himself, yelling with laughter, and sprawling49 all over the place in convulsions of unseemly merriment, with those long legs which—but they are not his fault, poor man!
That is my story—an unfinished tale, of which I do not myself know the end. This is the one crook in my luxurious lot—that I cannot see the last of that mouse.
Happily, I don't think that my master any longer misunderstands my attachment50 to the saddle-room. The other day, he sat scribbling51 for a long time with a pencil and paper, and when he had done it, he threw the sketch52 to me and said, "There, Toots, look at that, and you will see what became of your friend!"
It was civilly meant, and I append the sketch for the sake of those whom it may inform. I do not understand pictures myself.
Those boots have a strange fascination53 for me now. I sit for hours by the mouth of the one where he went in and never came back. Not the faintest squeak from its recesses54 has ever stirred the sensitive hairs of my watchful55 ear. He must be starving, but not a nibble56 of the leather have I heard. I doze23, but I am ever on the alert. Nightmares occasionally disturb me. I fancy I see him, made desperate by hunger, creep anxiously to the mouth of the boot, pricking57 his tagged ear. Once I had a terrible vision of his escaping, and of his tail as it vanished round the corner.
But these are dreams. He has never returned, I suspect that the truth is, that he had a fit from fright, in the toe of the boot, and is dead. Some day Terence will shake out his skeleton.
He must be dead. He never could have lasted so long without a move or a nibble.
And it is tea-time. I think I shall join the Captain.
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