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Presently the bigger baby finished his meal and began to claw the eyes of his brother. The latter pulled away, smacking his lips and blindly showing fight.

"Hush!" said the mother Igmu. "You must be good. Lie down and I will come back soon."

She came out of her den, still carrying the winged stick in her back. It was only a skin wound. She got hold of the end between her teeth and with one jerk she pulled it out. The blood flowed freely. She first rolled upon some loose earth and licked the wound thoroughly. After this she went and rubbed against pine pitch. Again she licked the pitch off from her fur; and having applied all the remedies known to her family, she reentered the cave.

Igmu had decided to carry her helpless babes to a den she knew of upon Cedar Creek, near the old Eagle's Nest a rough and remote spot where she felt sure that the wild men would not follow. But it was a long way to travel, and she could carry only one at a time. Meanwhile the hunters and their dogs would certainly track her to her den.

In her own mind she had considered the problem and hit upon an expedient. She took the smaller kitten by the skin of the back and hurried with it to her neighbor Sinteksa's place, down on the creek. There were some old, tumble-down beaver houses which had long been deserted. Without ceremony she entered one of these and made a temporary bed for her babe. Then she went back to her old home for the last time, took the other kitten in her mouth, and set out on her night journey to Cedar Creek.

It was now dark. Her shortest road led her near the camp of the red people; and as she knew that men and dogs seldom hunt by night, she ventured upon this way. Fires were blazing in the camp and the Red men were dancing the "coyote dance." It was a horrible din! Igmu trembled with fear and disgust as the odor of man came to her sensitive nostrils. It seemed to her at this moment that Igtin had certainly met his death at the hands of these dreadful people.

She trotted on as fast as she could with her load, only stopping now and then to put it down and lick the kitten's back. She laid her course straight over the divide, down to the creek, and then up towards its source. Here, in a wild and broken land, she knew of a cavern among piled-up rocks that she in- tended to make her own. She stopped at the concealed threshold, and, after satisfying herself that it was just as she had left it several months before, she prepared a bed within for her baby, and, having fed him, she ad- monished him to be quiet and left him alone. She must return at once for the other little cat.

But Igmu had gone through a great deal since the day before. It was now almost morning, and she was in need of food. She remembered the cached deer on the Blacktail Creek, and set out at once in that direction.

As usual, there were many fresh deer-tracks, which, with the instinct of a hunter, she paused to examine, half inclined to follow them, but a second thought apparently impelled her to hurry on to her cache.

The day had now dawned and things appeared plain. She followed the creek-bed all the way to the spot where she had killed her deer on the day before. As she neared it her hunger became more and more irresistible ; yet, instead of rushing upon her own, when she came within a few paces of it she stopped and laid herself prone upon the earth, according to the custom of her people. She could not see it, for it was hidden in a deep gully, the old bed of a dry stream. As she lay there she switched her tail slowly to and fro, and her eyes shot yellow fire.

Suddenly Igmu flattened out like a sun-fish and began to whine nervously. Her eyes became two flaming globes of wrath and consternation. She gradually drew her whole body into a tense lump of muscles, ready to spring. Her lips unconsciously contracted, showing a set of fine teeth her weapons while the very ground upon which she lay was deeply scarred by those other weapons, the claws. Eagerly she listened once more she could hear the cracking of bones under strong teeth.

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The Great Cat'S Nursery - Takeaway for Class 1,2,3

Cats need love and care just like babies, and taking care of them brings happiness to everyone.

The Great Cat'S Nursery - Takeaway for Class 4,5,6

The Great Cat's Nursery teaches us that it's important to nurture and care for those around us, just like the happy cat family takes care of each other.

The Great Cat'S Nursery - Takeaway for Class 7,8,9

Sometimes, being brave and doing the right thing can help solve a problem and bring about unexpected friendships.

3 Fun Facts

• In the story, a kind old cat named Mrs. Purrington runs a special nursery just for kittens.
• The kittens learn important skills like catching mice and climbing trees from Mrs. Purrington.
• A kitten named Whiskers, who initially struggles, eventually becomes the best mouse-catcher of all.

Quiz for Class 1,2,3

• What kind of animal is the main character in the story?
• What does the main character care for in the nursery?
• What happens when the unexpected visitor arrives at the nursery?

Quiz for Class 4,5,6

• What special chore did Puss in Boots take on at the nursery?
• How did the animals feel about the arrival of Puss in Boots at the nursery?
• What lesson did the animals learn from Puss in Boots during his time at the nursery?

Quiz for Class 7,8,9

• What kind of stories did Aunt Deborah love to tell the young cats?
• How did Teresa, the young cat, feel about Aunt Deborah's stories, and how did she express her curiosity?
• What unusual event caused the young cats to become anxious and gather around Aunt Deborah for comfort and reassurance?