Story about kittens
The Tale of Tom Kitten
By Beatrix Potter
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Once upon a time there were three little kittens, and their names were Mittens, Tom Kitten, and Moppet.
They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
But one day their mother—Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit—expected friends to tea; so she fetched the kittens indoors, to wash and dress them, before the fine company arrived.
First she scrubbed their faces (this one is Moppet).
Then she brushed their fur, (this one is Mittens).
Then she combed their tails and whiskers (this is Tom Kitten).
Tom was very naughty, and he scratched.
Mrs. Tabitha dressed Moppet and Mittens in clean pinafores and tuckers; and then she took all sorts of elegant uncomfortable clothes out of a chest of drawers, in order to dress up her son Thomas.
Tom Kitten was very fat, and he had grown; several buttons burst off. His mother sewed them on again.
When the three kittens were ready, Mrs. Tabitha unwisely turned them out into the garden, to be out of the way while she made hot buttered toast.
“Now keep your frocks clean, children! You must walk on your hind legs. Keep away from the dirty ash-pit, and from Sally Henny Penny, and from the pig-stye and the Puddle-Ducks.”
Moppet and Mittens walked down the garden path unsteadily. Presently they trod upon their pinafores and fell on their noses.
When they stood up there were several green smears!
“Let us climb up the rockery, and sit on the garden wall,” said Moppet.
They turned their pinafores back to front, and went up with a skip and a jump; Moppet’s white tucker fell down into the road.
Tom Kitten was quite unable to jump when walking upon his hind legs in trousers. He came up the rockery by degrees, breaking the ferns, and shedding buttons right and left.
He was all in pieces when he reached the top of the wall.
Moppet and Mittens tried to pull him together; his hat fell off, and the rest of his buttons burst.
While they were in difficulties, there was a pit pat paddle pat! and the three Puddle-Ducks came along the hard high road, marching one behind the other and doing the goose step—pit pat paddle pat! pit pat waddle pat!
They stopped and stood in a row, and stared up at the kittens. They had very small eyes and looked surprised.
Then the two duck-birds, Rebeccah and Jemima Puddle-Duck, picked up the hat and tucker and put them on.
Mittens laughed so that she fell off the wall. Moppet and Tom descended after her; the pinafores and all the rest of Tom’s clothes came off on the way down.
“Come! Mr. Drake Puddle-Duck,” said Moppet—”Come and help us to dress him! Come and button up Tom!”
Mr. Drake Puddle-Duck advanced in a slow sideways manner, and picked up the various articles.
But he put them on himself! They fitted him even worse than Tom Kitten.
“It’s a very fine morning!” said Mr. Drake Puddle-Duck.
And he and Jemima and Rebeccah Puddle-Duck set off up the road, keeping step—pit pat, paddle pat! pit pat, waddle pat!
Then Tabitha Twitchit came down the garden and found her kittens on the wall with no clothes on.
She pulled them off the wall, smacked them, and took them back to the house.
“My friends will arrive in a minute, and you are not fit to be seen; I am affronted,” said Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit.
She sent them upstairs; and I am sorry to say she told her friends that they were in bed with the measles; which was not true.
Quite the contrary; they were not in bed: not in the least.
Somehow there were very extraordinary noises over-head, which disturbed the dignity and repose of the tea party.
And I think that some day I shall have to make another, larger, book, to tell you more about Tom Kitten!
As for the Puddle-Ducks—they went into a pond.
The clothes all came off directly, because there were no buttons.
And Mr. Drake Puddle-Duck, and Jemima and Rebeccah, have been looking for them ever since.
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It was Kitten’s first full moon. When she saw it, she thought, “There’s a little bowl of milk in the sky.” And she wanted it. So she closed her eyes and stretched her neck and opened her mouth and licked. But Kitten only ended up with a bug on her tongue. Poor Kitten! Still, there was the little bowl of milk, just waiting. So she pulled herself together and wiggled her bottom and sprang from the top step of the porch. But Kitten only tumbled— bumping her nose and banging her ear and pinching her tail. Poor Kitten! Still, there was the little bowl of milk, just waiting. So she chased it— down the sidewalk, through the garden, past the field, and by the pond. But Kitten never seemed to get closer. Poor Kitten! Still, there was the little bowl of milk, just waiting. So she ran to the tallest tree she could find, and she climbed and climbed and climbed to the very top. But Kitten still couldn’t reach the bowl of milk, and now she was scared.
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Notes of a paranoid cat
Monday
These kidnappers of mine continue to mock and annoy me with a piece of paper tied to a rope, which they wave in front of my nose. They themselves eat meat prepared in various forms, and they feed me with breadcrumbs, only smelling of meat and some other muck. I do not lose hope of escaping and systematically destroy and destroy the furnishings that have turned up. It gives moral satisfaction. Do not forget tomorrow, tear the second curtain and destroy another flower.
Tuesday
Tried to physically destroy my captors today by spinning and getting in their way. Several attempts can be called almost successful. They stumbled and fell a couple of times, but without much physical damage to themselves. I repeat on the stairs leading to the second floor. Expressing his dislike for the kidnappers, he shat in their chair and shoes. Just in case, he hid under the bathroom.
Wednesday
Slept all day to pester them at night. He sang songs, demanded food, buried the tray and crawled along the new, still intact curtains. Sleep deprivation would probably lower the guards of my captors and increase my chances of escaping.
Thursday
Killed a mouse, decapitated and brought to them its torn corpse. Let them appreciate what I am capable of in anger and be horrified. Let them understand what I am ready to do with them. They only gasped and groaned in admiration, saying that I was a wonderful cat. Something's wrong, something didn't go according to my plan.
Friday
Today, to my horror and indignation, I was convinced that they are not only kidnappers, but also sadists. For no reason, just to indulge their sadistic inclinations, they subjected me to cruel water torture! To satisfy their sadistic pleasures, a fizzy abomination called shampoo was added to the water. For what it was created, I don’t know, but they used this shampoo clearly to intensify the torture. Only one softens the bitterness of the memory of this. I still feel like my claws and teeth dug into my hand.
Saturday
Today I was sent to detention, to the bathroom, and they themselves had a gathering called a party. The meaning of my imprisonment was explained to the guests by my ability to cause allergies. It's not clear to me yet, but I already like it. We need to find out what it is and how to put it into practice.
Sunday
This week, I became convinced that other prisoners are in a better position than me. And some, obviously decoy ducks.
A dog, for example, is constantly released into the wild and she herself returns to prison. And happy, she definitely has a mental disorder. Well, the bird, although it sits in a cage, is like a snitch. Surely she reports to them about all my movements and actions. To do this, she has learned their rough language and constantly talks to them. At night, he tried to pick her out of the cage, but she raised a terrible cry and the operation ended in failure. Hiding under the bathroom. But nothing, time is on my side, someday they will let her out of the cage and then ... ..
Duties of a house cat.
The following duties are assigned to a cat or a cat, as the owner of the house:
Item No. 1
The cat must know exactly what is in all boxes, bags and bags. I must personally check whether it is convenient and comfortable to be there myself.
Item No. 2
The cat is obliged to find out for what reason, one of the people did not lock the door of the closet or nightstand with a key.
Open them and take inventory of things. Throw things that are not as they should be on the floor.
Item No. 3
The cat must periodically bring aesthetic joy to people by loudly singing songs. And it doesn't matter that the songs can be sad.
Item No. 4
The cat is obliged to share with the household everything that he has. He must constantly insulate the floor, sofas, armchairs and clothes of people with his fur. Shares food with a person, nobly throwing half of the food out of his bowl onto the floor.
Item No. 5
Every cat or cat is well aware that sleep is harmful to humans. Therefore, a domestic cat, seeing a sleeping person, must not slowly wake him up. Jumping on a person's stomach, and preferably on his head.
Item No. 6
At the same time, the cat is obliged to help make the bed. He must carefully observe this process. Personally check if there are any foreign objects under the sheet, in the pillowcase or duvet cover.
Item No. 7
At night, the cat is obliged to check every hour if any creature has crawled under the blanket to the person.
Item No. 8
The cat must constantly keep himself in good physical shape and conduct constant training in case of a sudden performance in the circus. To do this, he needs to constantly improve the technique of flying under the ceiling, jumping from the chandelier to the curtains and back, and so on.
Item No. 9
The cat is obliged to constantly inspect the refrigerator. Since if a person closes it, then obviously he hides something forbidden there.
Item No. 10
The cat must hold a fountain pen firmly in his mouth when a person tries to write with it. And at the same time stop all attempts to take it away with your paw.
Item No. 11
The cat is obliged to protect a person from a sudden attempt on him by someone. To do this, he must take an advantageous position to attack on cabinets and shelves. To improve maneuverability, remove unnecessary items from the shelves by dropping them on the floor.
Item No. 12
The cat is obliged to periodically drive around the apartment devils that are not visible to humans.
