Hardly had she spoken, before black pussy sprang away, and Fritz was after her in an instant.

Fritz and black pussy grew restless.

I only like black pussy.

So they had to take to their cars or the train and come here to get a taste of black pussy.'

Now Black Pussy hates to be the center of so much attention.

Then, as Black Pussy was drawing near, they separated and went their several ways.

With that he took Grandfather Frog from Black Pussy and dropped him in his pocket.

Just as Black Pussy slipped into the Long Lane, Grandfather Frog heard a familiar sound.

You can always trust Black Pussy to be on hand at a time like that.

Just to look at him any one would know he was own cousin to Black Pussy.

They belonged to Black Pussy, Farmer Brown's cat.

Hello, there is Black Pussy, the cat from Farmer Brown's, coming down the Lone Little Path!

You all know how Black Pussy looks.

Black Pussy was having a good time.

He had a round head, rather long legs, and was about twice as big as Black Pussy.

He patted Black Pussy, called her a smart cat, and then started on his way, whistling merrily.