I can't make it out.

I suppose it will come straight as he gets older." "It will be awkward if it don't," said the friend.
"Oh, but I'm sure it will," replied our cat.

"I must lick it more.

It's a tail that wants a good deal of licking, you can see that." And for hours that afternoon, after the other cat had gone, she sat trimming it; and, at the end, when she lifted her paw off it, and it flew back again like a steel spring over the squirrel's head, she sat and gazed at it with feelings that only those among my readers who have been mothers themselves will be able to comprehend.
"What have I done," she seemed to say--"what have I done that this trouble should come upon me ?" Jephson roused himself on my completion of this anecdote and sat up.
"You and your friends appear to have been the possessors of some very remarkable cats," he observed.
"Yes," I answered, "our family has been singularly fortunate in its cats." "Singularly so," agreed Jephson; "I have never met but one man from whom I have heard more wonderful cat talk than, at one time or another, I have from you." "Oh," I said, not, perhaps without a touch of jealousy in my voice, "and who was he ?" "He was a seafaring man," replied Jephson.

"I met him on a Hampstead tram, and we discussed the subject of animal sagacity.
"'Yes, sir,' he said, 'monkeys is cute.