Somehow old dog Spot and Miss Kitty Cat never became good friends. By the time Miss Kitty Cat arrived on the farm in Pleasant Valley Spot had lived there several years.  
From the first day he met Miss Kitty in the kitchen Spot hadn't liked her. Yet he claimed at the time that he was glad to see her. He said that he could tell at once that he was going to have great sport with her. He knew it would be fun to chase her!
 
Inside the old Spot was careful how he behaved. The moment Miss Kitty first set eyes on him she under the table, where she and glared at him. That was scarcely what you might call a friendly greeting. And Spot would have barked at her had he dared.
 
Since he didn't, he only a bit through his nose. You couldn't have told what he meant by the sound.
 
Miss Kitty Cat didn't like his . She even opened her mouth wide and said as much. She made an odd noise, which amused old Spot greatly. And he told Miss Kitty, in what was almost a (except that it wasn't loud enough for one), "Wait till I catch you out of doors, my lady! I'll have some fun with you."
 
Then Farmer Green's wife opened the door and told Spot to be gone.
 
"You ought to be ashamed of your self—" she scolded—"teasing a poor little cat!"
 
Old dog Spot tucked his tail between his legs and crept through the , keeping one eye on the broom that Mrs. Green held in her hand. And as soon as he was safely outside he gave two or three sharp , telling Miss Kitty Cat that he would watch for her the very first time she set foot in the yard.
 
Somehow Miss Kitty Cat wasn't worried. She knew a thing or two about dogs; and she didn't intend to let old Spot her. It took her a few minutes to get over her anger. And then she came out from beneath the table and lapped up the milk that Mrs. Green had set temptingly on the floor, in a saucer.
 
When Miss Kitty had finished her meal she washed her face—a duty that she performed with great care, for she prided herself on always looking neat.
 
Watching her, no one would ever have guessed what was in her mind. "I'd like to wash that dog's face for him!" Miss Kitty was saying to herself. "He'd have some reason then for and whining."
 
Having completed her toilet Miss Kitty jumped into a chair that stood in the sunshine, near a window. And there she composed herself for a nap. When she was well fed and well warmed she liked nothing better than to curl herself up and and dream.
 
Meanwhile old dog Spot was telling everybody in the farmyard about the new cat and the fun he intended to have with her.
 
"There'll be lively times around here when she comes outside the house," he .