"POOR pussy," said little Harry, running after the cat, who, roused from sleeping by the fireside, would not come to his call. " I wish pussy would not run away, aunt," said his little sister Joan ; " we would love her so ; we would not hurt her the least bit." But pussy thought that, however kind this little girl and boy were to her, she might get so hugged and squeezed, all for love, that she had better run away and hide, which she did. Always be gentle with pussy, and don't pull her fur or her whiskers, for it hurts her as much as pulling your hair hurts you; and when you are holding pussy, and loving her as little Harry and Joan wanted to do, remember that hugging her tightly is very uncomfortable, and that if she does then give a scratch with her claw, it is because she wants to get away.
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