The Mitchell Capital

How Cats Cling to Life.

A few days ago a New Haven citizen discovered that he was the owner of five young kittens, which the mother had carefully secreted in an empty sugar barrel. A few hours after making this discovery he found that he had money enough to buy a bushel of potatoes, and he accordingly ordered the grocer to deliver that quantity of early rose at his house.

The following morning the citizen visited his cellar to look at his kittens. He was shocked to find that the grocer's man had emptied the bushel of potatoes into the barrel where the kittens were. He turned out the potatoes for the purpose of removing the bodies, and found that the entire cat family had slept as comfortably under the sixty pounds of potatoes as they would under a roll of cotton batting.

The little animals appeared somewhat anxious to take a lunch, but otherwise were not a bit worse by reason of their experience. Yesterday the citizen concluded that he would kill three of the kittens, and accordingly he secured a pail of water and, after putting the intended victims under the influence of chloroform, placed them in the water for the purpose of making the execution certain. Judge of his surprise a few hours later when he found those kittens quietly sleeping in a spot near the pail, where the warm sunlight had attracted them.—New Haven Palladium.