Jerry Todd and the rose-colored cat

Did you ever hear of a feline rest farm? We never did till the day we came across Professor Ellsworth Stoner at the Rock Island depot. Till that time we had always thought a cat...

Tutter is a small town and it wasn’t very long before everybody thereabouts knew of the feline rest farm. On the few occasions when the professor went down town he attracted a g...

“There, there, purfessor! Nothin’ to git excited about. Take it cool, old dear; take it cool. We just thought we’d drop in and see if you aren’t through with your little vacatio...

The one hundred and twenty-six cats that we had cooped up in boxes in the old mill certainly made an awful racket. They yowled as though they were getting paid for it by the hou...

Lady Victoria disappointed us quite as much as she amazed and mystified us. Mindful of the cat’s value, as given in Mrs. Kepple’s letter, we had expected something classy; a hig...

About to shape a reply, I was cut short by an ear-splitting yowl. Never in all my life had I heard a yowl so chock-full of quivering terror. It appeared to come from the lower f...

Having thus paid our final respects to the rose-colored cat we went with Scoop to the brickyard office and listened while he telephoned to the sanitarium. The desk clerk informe...

“Bill Hadley doesn’t own the whole country,” argued Scoop, bobbing his head. “Not so you can notice it. He can stop us from dropping the cats in town, but he has no authority ou...

The knowledge that a mysterious prowler had positively entered the mill in the dead of night to undoubtedly steal Mrs. Kepple’s rose-colored cat filled us with nervous apprehens...

Dusk settled low upon the land as we sat in the doorway of the old mill and planned how we would deliver our cats into the buyer’s hands early the following morning. If we could...

Ordinarily we get together on Saturday evening and head for down town. It is fun to be a part of the street crowd. But to-night we agreed to stick close to the old mill. As Scoo...

I didn’t go to Sunday-school the following morning. Mother said I wasn’t to go anywhere in public till I got bleached out. She used scouring powder on me and lemon juice and swe...

I can’t say were we very perky in the prospect of facing Mrs. Kepple with the information that her rose-colored cat had “passed beyond,” as they tell about in the Tutter newspap...

I guess you will agree with me that it was a queer situation. A yellow cat had been sent to our cat farm accompanied by a letter over Mrs. Peter Kepple’s signature representing...

Removing his spectacles the bewildered old gentleman bent over the cat until his long nose almost touched its ears. Then he silently lifted his blank eyes to the level of ours a...

I shared Scoop’s unhappy feelings. And in a crazy moment I thought what a blessing it would be to the world if a wizard came along and changed all the cats into bedbugs. Not ord...

I never had been over this path. But I could tell from the general location of things that we were heading directly for the river bridge. The road the Strickers were following w...