Farmer Green's wife threw away pan after pan of milk, because she knew somebody had been stealing cream off the top of them. At least, she told Farmer Green to feed the milk to the pigs, because she wasn't going to make butter of any cream that had been with by goodness knew whom or what. And old dog Spot said that feeding good creamy milk to the pigs was just the same as throwing it away. He made that remark to Miss Kitty Cat, adding that it was a shame that somebody was stealing cream and declaring that he hoped to catch the thief.  
Miss Kitty Cat made no reply .
 
"Don't you hope I'll catch the guilty party?" Spot asked her.
 
"Please don't speak to me!" Miss Kitty Cat exclaimed impatiently. "I don't enjoy your talk; and you may as well know it."
 
"Very well!" said Spot. "But when I catch him I'll let you know."
 
"She's jealous," Spot thought. "She knows I'm a good watch dog. And she can't bear the idea of my a thief."
 
It was hard, usually, to tell how Miss Kitty Cat felt about anything. She was a great one for keeping her opinions to herself. It seemed as if she wanted to be let alone by every one except Farmer Green's family.
 
Having boasted about catching thep. 43 cream thief, old dog Spot began to watch the buttery very carefully. Search as he would, he couldn't find a chink anywhere that was big enough even for a mouse to squeeze through.
 
One day he happened to catch a glimpse of something moving under the roof of the shed next the buttery. To his he saw Miss Kitty Cat slip through an old stove-pipe hole that pierced the great chimney which led down into the buttery, where there was an ancient fireplace which hadn't been used for years and years. Miss Kitty Cat crept along a tiebeam and hid herself in a pile of and ends that somebody had stowed high up under the roof and left there to gather dust and cob-............