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 Mother of my Enemy , ' said the Cat , ` is that little mouse part of your magic ? ' ` Ouh ! Chee ! No indeed ! ' said the Woman , and she dropped the blade-bone and jumped upon the footstool in front of the fire and braided up her hair very quick for fear that the mouse should run up it . ` Ah , ' said the Cat , watching , ` then the mouse will do me no harm if I eat it ? ' ` No , ' said the Woman , braiding up her hair , ` eat it quickly and I will ever be grateful to you . ' Cat made one jump and caught the little mouse , and the Woman said , ' A hundred thanks . Even the First Friend is not quick enough to catch little mice as you have done . You must be very wise . ' That very moment and second , O Best Beloved , the Milk-pot that stood by the fire cracked in two pieces -- ffft -- because it remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat , and when the Woman jumped down from the footstool -- lo and behold ! -- the Cat was lapping up the warm white milk that lay in one of the broken pieces . ' O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy , said the Cat , ` it is I ; for you have spoken three words in my praise , and now I can drink the warm white milk three times a day 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 laughed and set the Cat a bowl of the warm white milk and said , ' O Cat , you are as clever as a man , but remember that your bargain was not made with the Man or the Dog , and I do not know what they will do when they come home . ' ` What is that to me ? ' said the Cat .
` If I have my place in the Cave by the fire and my warm white milk three times a XXXXX I do not care what the Man or the Dog can do . '
Cat Chee Dog First Milk-pot Mother Ouh blade-bone day third