The Mostly True Story of Pudding Tat, Adventuring Cat

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deaf and toothless their mews silent Then at last they opened their watery eyes and looked around the dim old barn on the Willoughby farm In this Pudding was different too His eyes didn’t open Even so he was the first of the squirming nuzzling kittens to attempt to stand No sooner had he got up on all fours than one leg trembled and gave way and he toppled back into the hay He didn’t give up He tried again on his four white wobbly legs Eventually he succeeded They all did and grew sturdy He could open them now but preferred Soon they were tumbling over each other taking a few daring steps away from Mother Tat before rushing back They were not very brave except for Pudding Despite his closed eyes Pudding would wander away from Mother Tat and just stand there listening to the captivating sounds of the world The buzz-huff-hum twitter-thrum-scratch-squeak Open your eyes Pudding Mother Tat urged