-- because it remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat , and when the Woman went to pick it up -- lo and behold ! -- the Cat was sitting quite comfy inside the Cave . ' O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy , ' said the Cat , ` it is I : for you have spoken a word in my praise , and now I can sit within the Cave for always and always and always . But still I am the Cat who walks by himself , and all places are alike to me . ' The Woman was very angry , and shut her lips tight and took up her spinning-wheel and began to spin . But the Baby cried because the Cat had gone away , and the Woman could not hush it , for it struggled and kicked and grew black in the face . ' O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy , ' said the Cat , ` take a strand of the wire that you are spinning and tie it to your spinning-whorl and drag it along the floor , and I will show you a magic that shall make your Baby laugh as loudly as he is now crying . ' ' I will do so , ' said the Woman , ` because I am at my wits ' end ; but I will not thank you for it . ' She tied the thread to the little clay spindle whorl and drew it across the floor , and the Cat ran after it and patted it with his paws and rolled head over heels , and tossed it backward over his shoulder and chased it between his hind-legs and pretended to lose it , and pounced down upon it again , till the Baby laughed as loudly as it had been crying , and scrambled after the Cat and frolicked all over the Cave till it grew tired and settled down to sleep with the Cat in its arms . ` Now , ' said the Cat , ' I will sing the Baby a song that shall keep him asleep for an hour . And he began to purr , loud and low , low and loud , till the Baby fell fast asleep . The Woman smiled as she looked down upon the two of them and said , ` That was wonderfully done . No question but you are very clever , O Cat . ' That very minute and second , Best Beloved , the smoke of the fire at the back of the Cave came down in clouds from the roof -- puff ! -- because it remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat , and when it had cleared away -- lo and behold ! -- the Cat was sitting quite comfy close to the fire . ' O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of My Enemy , ' said the Cat , ` it is I , for you have spoken a second word in my praise , and now I can sit by the warm fire at the back of the Cave for always and always and always . But still I am the Cat who walks by himself , and all places are alike to me . ' Then the Woman was very very angry , and let down her hair and put more wood on the fire and brought out the broad blade-bone of the shoulder of mutton and began to make a Magic that should prevent her from saying a third word in praise of the Cat . It was not a Singing Magic , Best Beloved , it was a Still Magic ; and by and by the Cave grew so still that a little wee-wee mouse crept out of a corner and ran across the floor . '
O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and XXXXX of my Enemy , ' said the Cat , ` is that little mouse part of your magic ? '
Baby Enemy Mother blade-bone hind-legs minute second spinning-whorl third whorl