Wouldn't sit in my lap—no sir, not for a minute. I used to get so sore at that cat that I'd kick it good and plenty hard, when nobody was looking—I showed it its place, by God—and still I couldn't get it to be friendly.
And we talked a lot about it, about the cat and the canary, and one thing often led to another—
You know how it is.
And when I talked about getting another dog, no sir, Mame wouldn't hear to it—said a dog would frighten her ittly, bittly, sweetsy, bitsy, high-hatting, canary-murdering damn' cat, by God!
Well, I made up my mind that I was going to be master in my own household, but— Oh well, things just kind of floated along for several months, and I didn't do anything special about buying a dog, and then one day—
I remember just like it was yesterday. I'd been out to the country club for a few holes of golf—I remember I was playing with Joe Minchin, the machinery king, Willis Ijams, our leading—or
