There were once two very beautiful cats named Tomasso and Lilia. It would be very hard indeed to say which was more beautiful than the other, Tomasso the husband, or Lilia his wife.
They were about the same size, although,
perhaps, Tomasso was a little the stouter of the two. There could be no
question that at times the expression of his face was decidedly more fierce
than that of his gentle wife.
The fur of each of them was as white
as the driven snow, and as soft, and fine, and glossy as the most perfect
Add to these natural charms the fact
that they always kept themselves beautifully clean, and always wore round
their necks cravats made of the richest satin ribbon, and I am sure you
will agree with me in thinking that they were cats of very high degree.
Their neighbors considered them extremely
proud and haughty. They never were known to play with any of the cats in
their street. To be with each other was all they asked. Sometimes these
neighbors took a great deal of pains to get a glimpse of Tomasso and Lilia
as, paw in paw, they danced a minuet together.
Even the most grumpy grimalkin declared
it was a beautiful sight. There was no doubt the young couple was very
graceful and their manners were perfect. Then he said that cats brought
up as Tomasso and his wife had always lived, OUGHT to be amiable and beautiful.
He understood that a jar of Orange County cream was ordered for them every
day. Then he muttered something which sounded very much as if he thought
Tomasso would be not over courageous in a moment of danger. "Alone, white
tail is all very fine," said he, "but mark my word, at a sudden fright
it would turn into a white feather. I should pity his wife if she had no
one but him to protect her."
Now it happened that that very afternoon
Tomasso's courage was put to the test. As he and Lilia were taking a quiet
walk, suddenly a huge dog rushed out at them. In an instant Tomasso placed
himself across Lilia's trembling body. She had fallen to the ground in
terror. The great dog made a jump at Tomasso, but was met with such a snarl,
and then such a blow from a set of sharp claws that he ran away howling.
That night the news of Tomasso's
bravery spread through the whole neighborhood. But he was very quiet and
modest. His proud wife was much disturbed at a bad scratch Tomasso had
received in the struggle. They both examined it carefully with the aid
of a hand-glass.
"I hope it will not leave a scar,"
said Lilia, "but if it does it will only be a proof of the noble courage
of my brave Tomasso."
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