"He's just a common United States dog; but that's a good deal; and I understand him, and he understands me, just as well as if he could talk." Toto, at this, got up and rubbed his head softly against Dorothy's hand, which she held out to him, and he looked up into her face as if he had understood every word she had said.
"This cat, Toto," she said to him, "is made of glass, so you mustn't bother it, or chase it, any more than you do my Pink Kitten.

It's prob'ly brittle and might break if it bumped against anything." "Woof!" said Toto, and that meant he understood.
The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains that she ventured to come close to Dorothy, in order that the girl might "see 'em work." This was really interesting, but when Dorothy patted the cat she found the glass cold and hard and unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle would never do for a pet.
"What do you know about the Crooked Magician who lives on the mountain ?" asked Dorothy.
"He made me," replied the cat; "so I know all about him.

The Patchwork Girl is new--three or four days old--but I've lived with Dr.Pipt for years; and, though I don't much care for him, I will say that he has always refused to work magic for any of the people who come to his house.

He thinks there's no harm in doing magic things for his own family, and he made me out of glass because the meat cats drink too much milk.

He also made Scraps come to life so she could do the housework for his wife Margolotte." "Then why did you both leave him ?" asked Dorothy.
"I think you'd better let me explain that," interrupted the Shaggy Man, and then he told Dorothy all of Ojo's story and how Unc Nunkie and Margolotte had accidentally been turned to marble by the Liquid of Petrifaction.