The Cat And The Mouse In Partnership

: The Yellow Fairy Book

A cat had made acquaintance with a mouse, and had spoken so much

of the great love and friendship she felt for her, that at last

the Mouse consented to live in the same house with her, and to go

shares in the housekeeping. 'But we must provide for the winter

or else we shall suffer hunger,' said the Cat. 'You, little

Mouse, cannot venture everywhere in case you run at last into a

trap.' This good counsel was followe
, and a little pot of fat

was bought. But they did not know where to put it. At length,

after long consultation, the Cat said, 'I know of no place where

it could be better put than in the church. No one will trouble

to take it away from there. We will hide it in a corner, and we

won't touch it till we are in want.' So the little pot was

placed in safety; but it was not long before the Cat had a great

longing for it, and said to the Mouse, 'I wanted to tell you,

little Mouse, that my cousin has a little son, white with brown

spots, and she wants me to be godmother to it. Let me go out

to-day, and do you take care of the house alone.'

'Yes, go certainly,' replied the Mouse, 'and when you eat

anything good, think of me; I should very much like a drop of the

red christening wine.'

But it was all untrue. The Cat had no cousin, and had not been

asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church, slunk to

the little pot of fat, began to lick it, and licked the top off.

Then she took a walk on the roofs of the town, looked at the

view, stretched herself out in the sun, and licked her lips

whenever she thought of the little pot of fat. As soon as it was

evening she went home again.

'Ah, here you are again!' said the Mouse; 'you must certainly

have had an enjoyable day.'

'It went off very well,' answered the Cat.

'What was the child's name?' asked the Mouse.

'Top Off,' said the Cat drily.

'Topoff!' echoed the Mouse, 'it is indeed a wonderful and curious

name. Is it in your family?'

'What is there odd about it?' said the Cat. 'It is not worse

than Breadthief, as your godchild is called.'

Not long after this another great longing came over the Cat. She

said to the Mouse, 'You must again be kind enough to look after

the house alone, for I have been asked a second time to stand

godmother, and as this child has a white ring round its neck, I

cannot refuse.'

The kind Mouse agreed, but the Cat slunk under the town wall to

the church, and ate up half of the pot of fat. 'Nothing tastes

better,' said she, 'than what one eats by oneself,' and she was

very much pleased with her day's work. When she came home the

Mouse asked, 'What was this child called?'

'Half Gone,' answered the Cat.

'Halfgone! what a name! I have never heard it in my life. I

don't believe it is in the calendar.'

Soon the Cat's mouth began to water once more after her licking

business. 'All good things in threes,' she said to the Mouse; 'I

have again to stand godmother. The child is quite black, and has

very white paws, but not a single white hair on its body. This

only happens once in two years, so you will let me go out?'

'Topoff! Halfgone!' repeated the Mouse, 'they are such curious

names; they make me very thoughtful.'

'Oh, you sit at home in your dark grey coat and your long tail,'

said the Cat, 'and you get fanciful. That comes of not going out

in the day.'

The Mouse had a good cleaning out while the Cat was gone, and

made the house tidy; but the greedy Cat ate the fat every bit up.

'When it is all gone one can be at rest,' she said to herself,

and at night she came home sleek and satisfied. The Mouse asked

at once after the third child's name.

'It won't please you any better,' said the Cat, 'he was called

Clean Gone.'

'Cleangone!' repeated the Mouse. 'I do not believe that name has

been printed any more than the others. Cleangone! What can it

mean?' She shook her head, curled herself up, and went to sleep.

From this time on no one asked the Cat to stand godmother; but

when the winter came and there was nothing to be got outside, the

Mouse remembered their provision and said, 'Come, Cat, we will go

to our pot of fat which we have stored away; it will taste very


'Yes, indeed,' answered the Cat; ' it will taste as good to you

as if you stretched your thin tongue out of the window.'

They started off, and when they reached it they found the pot in

its place, but quite empty!

'Ah,' said the Mouse,' 'now I know what has happened! It has all

come out! You are a true friend to me! You have eaten it all

when you stood godmother; first the top off, then half of it

gone, then----'

'Will you be quiet!' screamed the Cat. 'Another word and I will

eat you up.'

'Cleangone' was already on the poor Mouse's tongue, and scarcely

was it out than the Cat made a spring at her, seized and

swallowed her.

You see that is the way of the world.