She thought everything young was a kitten.

We once mixed up a spaniel puppy that had lost its own mother among her progeny.

I shall never forget her astonishment when it first barked.

She boxed both its ears, and then sat looking down at it with an expression of indignant sorrow that was really touching.
"You're going to be a credit to your mother," she seemed to be saying "you're a nice comfort to any one's old age, you are, making a row like that.

And look at your ears flopping all over your face.