Sally in her fur coat

Sally in her fur coat was racing through the garden and flying through the Wild Wood, as if an enemy were in hot pursuit. She was a very young kitten and small of her age. Her p...

It rained that afternoon, a cold piercing rain and the thermometer went down. Nothing like the cold had been known for years in the month of May. But the kittens did not know th...

The next morning the sun shone brightly, and this in itself made the kittens feel in better spirits. Oxford Gray, Junior, who had had a fine night’s sleep, was positively gay, a...

The next morning when Miss Winifred came into the kitchen, the kittens were in the clothes-basket which was under a table, so she did not see them. She was deciding what she wou...

Sally was sure she liked houses. She liked the house where her new friends lived from the very start. A corner under a piazza where the rain could come through the cracks in the...

What Sally missed more than anything in her restricted life in the house was trees. There was something that was called a hat-tree in the hall, but it was a poor thing with no b...

There is a first time for everything, whether one is a little girl, or a boy, or a kitten. For a little girl, there is her first doll, and later her first pretty doll with real...

Sally sat at the window watching her first snowstorm. She was entranced by the way the flakes fell. They came down so softly, flying through the air like tiny white butterflies,...

Sally was a very busy cat, and she always gave her whole attention to whatever she was doing, whether it was sitting on her register, or washing her face, or helping Miss Harvey...

Sally was a cat with moods. When she was well and busy, she was a happy kitten, but if there was the least thing wrong with her, she felt very forlorn. It was at these times tha...

Sally and Oxford felt just alike about Peter. They could neither of them bear him. He was a fine-looking brown tiger cat with large stripes and a large white shirt-front and fou...

Sally spent a great deal of time in the parlor. In the morning she often had it to herself, for Miss Winifred was usually out of the house, or writing on her typewriter. ‘The pa...

Now that Sally was used to the radio, she took a good deal of pleasure in it, in fact on very cold days she enjoyed it more than Miss Winifred did, for the parlor was a large ro...

‘Miss Harvey told Elvira he was a wire-haired terrier. He’s white with a black spot. He’s not so terribly big, but it seems he hates cats and loves to chase them. Miss Harvey th...

It seemed strange to Sally that as nice a person as Mrs. Conant should care as much as she did for a creature like Spot. It was all she could do to listen in silence to a conver...

One day Sally looked out of the screen door and she saw a new cat looking in at the window. He had a glossy coat of long black fur, and a white shirt-front and four white paws....

Now that the autumn had come, Oxford was seized with a desire to travel. He had been considerably impressed by the tales the traveling cat had told Sally, although he had not le...

One morning some weeks later, Elvira had the surprise of her life. She came down into the kitchen and looked around for the two cats. Oxford was stretched out on his woolen blan...

Before Sally had any kittens she used to wonder at the shiftless way in which the wild tortoise-shell cat who sometimes came about the place dealt with her kittens. Sally knew s...