Word: catting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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There was a time some twelve years ago when Faith's only friend in all the world was Henry Ross, rector of St. Augustine's. Three times his own verger had turned away the cat that wandered unannounced from the turmoil of Watling Street to make her home in his church. At the fourth try the rector interceded. "The cat must stay," he said. "She has chosen our church, and she must remain." Faith took up residence in his rectory. Years of halcyon days followed when Faith would recline in proprietary ease in St. Augustine's carpeted...
...over Whitechapel. "Roofs and masonry exploded," runs the legend on Faith's plaque, "the whole house blazed, four floors fell through in front of her. Fire and water all around . . ." Attracted by a glow in the sky, Rector Ross came hurrying back from a trip to Westminster. "The cat and kitten are both dead," said the firemen...
...story. In time her "steadfast courage in the Battle of Britain" was formally recognized by citations from London's People's Dispensary for Sick Animals and New York City's Greenwich Village Humane League, but Faith herself went right on being a simple church cat and mother. She still curled in dignity at the rector's feet as he conducted service in a makeshift chapel at the foot of the old church tower. Last week Rector Ross posted on the church tower a notice that "the bravest cat in the world"† was gone at last...
...Unnoticed by the Times two years ago was the death of an even more famous cat and mother: Sally, a sleek, green-eyed Persian owned by pawky Sunday Express Columnist Nat Gubbins. The proud mother of 126 kittens produced at the rate of 2½ kittens a throw, Sally always treated Gubbins' ribald remarks about her fertility with cold disdain. During the war she conducted a long and frosty correspondence in her master's columns with a Russian cat who advocated scientific speedups in kitten production. At the ripe age of 14, Sally died giving birth...
...Glasgow. Now 85,000 human beings cram its 252 acres. In many of its tenements 30 people share a single doorless toilet, and the odor of garbage hangs heavy in the stairwells. There is an undertaker on every other block. A Gorbals girl summed up life there: "The cat sleeps with us. If a rat runs over the blankets, he springs...