Granny, a gray old puss, was the mother and grandmother of all the rest.

Poor old puss, then, was it ill?

So you see, sir, you were right; and that old puss in boots was no traitor, after all.

With one arm he clutched the cat and assured that unwilling voyager, You're on the dangerous sea, me old puss.

Why, bless your heart, Kitty, our old puss would n't know a mouse by sight, if you showed her one.

In fact she looked not unlike a gaunt, grim old puss who had all her life fought what crossed her path, from snakes to staghounds.