grimalkin

Poor Grimalkin is caught with the nuts in his claws, and will have something to bear in addition to the pain of the burning!

One of the kittens, mewing plaintively, crawled to Grimalkin, and thrust its minute pink nose into his side.

Grimalkin often caught and ate beetles, but to-night he did not look at them, but wandered restlessly about the room.

No sooner was his back turned than Grimalkin slipped across the yard and approached circumspectly.

Had it been a tom-cat who had leaped at his game, Grimalkin's paw would speedily have buffeted his ears.