The Catapult of a Tabby Kitten With Long Ears

I went into the drawing room and stood still, hesitating. Zina was on her knees before it, cautiously lifting up its little face. A maid in an old yellow gown with a faded kurture of veterinary came in with a saucer of milk. The kitten started blank and began lapping. What a pink little tongue it has, remarks a nata,. putting her head almost on the ground and peeping in its sideways under its very nose. They did not know whether to laugh or say something or to be silent. Suddenly, through the open door into the passage, I got sight of our footman, Fyodor. He was making signs to me. Mechanically