And most of all, perhaps, was it fun to tease the
lazy old kitchen cat, till her tail would get as big as a bottle brush
with helpless indignation."
"The _cat_?" exclaimed the Babe. "Why, weren't they afraid of _her_?"
"Wait and see!" remarked Uncle Andy simply, with no apologies whatever
to the Prime Minister. "Well, as I was about to say, their method was
simple and effective. They would wait till they found the cat lying
along the narrow top of the rail fence, sunning herself. It was her
favorite place, though it can hardly have been comfortable, it was so
narrow. The He imp would alight on the rail, about ten feet in front
of her, and pretend to be very sick, squawking feebly and drooping his
black wings with a struggling flutter, as if it was all he could do to
keep his perch. The cat, her narrow eyes opening very wide, would
start to creep up to him. The She imp would then alight on the rail
behind her and nip her sharply by the tail, and go hopping clumsily off
down the rail. The cat would wheel with an angry _pfiff-ff_, and start
after this new quarry. Whereupon the He imp would again nip her tail.
This would be repeated several times before the cat would realize that
she was being made a fool of.
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