Charles Dickens, the famous English novelist, wrote a great many books. He had a cat of which he was very fond. She was a fine Persian cat with pure white fur.

 

One evening, as he was absorbed in reading one of his favorite books by a candle-light, the candle suddenly went out. He was surprised, but took a match, struck it, and lighted and lighted the candle again, and once more sat down to read. You can imagine his astonishment¹ when he again found himself in complete darkness. He looked around the room, lighted the candle again, and began to read once more.

 

After a while he stopped and looked up. He saw that his cat was trying to put out the light with her paw. The cat's intentions were quite clear to him-she wanted him to stop reading and play with her a while. Of course he did this, and besides he gave her some milk. The cat was quite contented². She went over and curled herself into a ball on the sofa to take a nap. Then Dickens continued to read, and this time pussy³（猫咪） did not interrupt him again.

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