It 's the worst kind of cruelty , I think -- the thoughtless kind . You ca n't cope with it . They keep cats there in the summer and feed them and pet them and doll them up with ribbons and collars ; and then in the fall they go off and leave them to starve or freeze . It makes my blood boil , master . '' `` One day last winter I found a poor old mother cat dead on the shore , lying against the skin and bone bodies of her three little kittens . She had died trying to shelter them . She had her poor stiff claws around them . Master , I cried . Then I swore . Then I carried those poor little kittens home and fed ` hem up and found good homes for them . I know the woman who left the cat . When she comes back this summer I 'm going to go down and tell her my opinion of her . It 'll be rank meddling , but , lord , how I love meddling in a good cause . '' `` Was Captain Kidd one of the forsaken ? '' I asked . `` Yes . I found him one bitter cold day in winter caught in the branches of a tree by his darn-fool ribbon collar . He was almost starving . Lord , if you could have seen his eyes ! He was nothing but a kitten , and he 'd got his living somehow since he 'd been left till he got hung up .
When I loosed him he gave my hand a pitiful swipe XXXXX his little red tongue .
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