She herself traveled in a comfortable basket with openings at the top, which had been bought expressly for her.  Often her master lifted her out and held her in his lap for a while, so that the journey might not seem long to her.

One day, when the usual preparations were going on, pussy seemed very uneasy.  She had a little baby kitten scarcely old enough to walk, and she was afraid the kitten would be left behind.

At last she spied a box half full of dresses.

“There!” thought Mrs. Pussy.  “That is a fine place for my baby.  I can hide it away under those dresses and it will be quite safe.”

When the kitten was discovered, carefully tucked in among the silks and laces, you may be sure that a place was found for it in the cat’s basket.

In a monastery in France lived a cat who always came to dinner when the big bell rang to call the monks.  One day she happened to be shut up in a room alone when the bell rang, and the poor kitty had no dinner.

[Illustration:  Driven out By M Stocks]

As soon as she was set free she ran to look for her plate, but none was there.  Presently the monastery bell was heard, and when the monks came to see what could be the matter, there was the cat hanging upon the bell rope, ringing for her dinner.

Another story is told, in the Popular Science Monthly, of a cat who knew the name of each member of the household.  If she was asked about an absent one, she would look at his vacant seat and then at the speaker.  If told to fetch him she would run upstairs to his room, take the handle of the door between her paws, mew at the keyhole, and wait to be let in.

A cat will often become especially attached to one member of a family.  Dr. Gordon Stables, who has written a book about cats, tells a story of a cat named Muffle that belonged to him when he was a boy.  She was so fond of him that when he went away to school she left the house and went into the woods to live.  The boy came home frequently, and whenever he did so she came back to welcome him.  Dr. Stables also tells a story of a cat who knew the footsteps of every member of the family, and before any one else could hear a sound she would hasten to the door.  She also knew if a stranger knocked at the door, and would give a low growl.

A remarkable story is told in a French scientific paper.  There was a certain cat named Cadi who lived in Roumania.  The winter of 1880 was very cold, and her master, to save his fuel, often went without a fire.

One day Cadi mewed and mewed until her master followed her.  She led him straight to the coal-box, on which she sat until he had filled a hod with coal.  Then she led him to the wood-box, and finally back to his own cold room.

While the fire was being made Cadi rubbed against her master’s knees with many caresses, and when at last it began to burn bright, she stretched herself before it, contented and happy.