With the rest of the Ingleside folk Jack Frost was a favourite ; he was so very clean and well groomed , and never allowed a spot or stain to be seen on his beautiful white suit ; he had endearing ways of purring and snuggling ; he was scrupulously honest . And then a domestic tragedy took place at Ingleside . Jack Frost had kittens ! It would be vain to try to picture Susan 's triumph . Had she not always insisted that that cat would turn out to be a delusion and a snare ? Now they could see for themselves ! Rilla kept one of the kittens , a very pretty one , with peculiarly sleek glossy fur of a dark yellow crossed by orange stripes , and large , satiny , golden ears . She called it Goldie and the name seemed appropriate enough to the little frolicsome creature which , during its kittenhood , gave no indication of the sinister nature it really possessed . Susan , of course , warned the family that no good could be expected from any offspring of that diabolical Jack Frost ; but Susan 's Cassandra-like croakings were unheeded . The Blythes had been so accustomed to regard Jack Frost as a member of the male sex that they could not get out of the habit . So they continually used the masculine pronoun , although the result was ludicrous . Visitors used to be quite electrified when Rilla referred casually to `` Jack and his kitten , '' or told Goldie sternly , `` Go to your mother and get him to wash your fur . '' `` It is not decent , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' poor Susan would say bitterly . She herself compromised by always referring to Jack as `` it '' or `` the white beast , '' and one heart at least did not ache when `` it '' was accidentally poisoned the following winter . In a year 's time `` Goldie '' became so manifestly an inadequate name for the orange kitten that Walter , who was just then reading Stevenson 's story , changed it to Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr . Hyde . In his Dr. Jekyll mood the cat was a drowsy , affectionate , domestic , cushion-loving puss , who liked petting and gloried in being nursed and patted . Especially did he love to lie on his back and have his sleek , cream-coloured throat stroked gently while he purred in somnolent satisfaction . He was a notable purrer ; never had there been an Ingleside cat who purred so constantly and so ecstatically . `` The only thing I envy a cat is its purr , '' remarked Dr. Blythe once , listening to Doc 's resonant melody .
`` It is the most contented sound XXXXX the world . ''
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