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[Illustration]
FREDERICK WARNE
First published 1908
(Originally published in U.S.A. as _The Roly-Poly Pudding_)
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Once upon a time there was an old cat, called Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit, who
was an anxious parent. She used to lose her kittens continually, and
whenever they were lost they were always in mischief!
On baking day she determined to shut them up in a cupboard.
She caught Moppet and Mittens, but she could not find Tom.
Mrs. Tabitha went up and down all over the house, mewing for Tom
Kitten. She looked in the pantry under the staircase, and she searched
the best spare bedroom that was all covered up with dust sheets. She
went right upstairs and looked into the attics, but she could not find
him anywhere.
It was an old, old house, full of cupboards and passages. Some of the
walls were four feet thick, and there used to be queer noises inside
them, as if there might be a little secret staircase. Certainly there
were odd little jagged doorways in the wainscot, and things disappeared
at night--especially cheese and bacon.
Mrs. Tabitha became more and more distracted, and mewed dreadfully.
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While their mother was searching the house, Moppet and Mittens had got
into mischief.
The cupboard door was not locked, so they pushed it open and came out.
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They went straight to the dough which was set to rise in a pan before
the fire.
They patted it with their little soft paws--"Shall we make dear little
muffins?" said Mittens to Moppet.
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But just at that moment somebody knocked at the front door, and Moppet
jumped into the flour barrel in a fright.
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Mittens ran away to the dairy, and hid in an empty jar on the stone
shelf where the milk pans stand.
The visitor was a neighbour, Mrs. Ribby; she had called to borrow some
yeast.
Mrs. Tabitha came downstairs mewing dreadfully--"Come in, Cousin Ribby,
come in, and sit ye down! I'm in sad trouble, Cousin Ribby," said
Tabitha, shedding tears. "I've lost my dear son Thomas; I'm afraid the
rats have got him." She wiped her eyes with her apron.
"He's a bad kitten, Cousin Tabitha; he made a cat's cradle of my best
bonnet last time I came to tea. Where have you looked for him?"
"All over the house! The rats are too many for me. What a thing it is to
have an unruly family!" said Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit.
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