The Faithless Parrot

Charles H. Bennett
The Faithless Parrot, by Charles
H. Bennett

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Title: The Faithless Parrot
Author: Charles H. Bennett
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THE FAITHLESS PARROT

DESIGNED AND NARRATED BY
CHARLES H. BENNETT
[Illustration: TITTUMS AND FIDO MAKING IT UP.]

LONDON
G. ROUTLEDGE AND Co.
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THE FAITHLESS PARROT.
BY CHARLES H. BENNETT.
There once lived happily together, in a fine house, a tortoise-shell Cat
and a pretty white Dog: the Cat's name was Tittums; the Dog's, Fido. In
course of time the pretty Dog fell in love with the Cat, and only waited
for a good chance to disclose his affections. This came one day, when
Tittums had put her paws on the fender, dropped her head a little on
one side, half closed her eyes, and seemed thinking of nothing at all.
Then Fido, who lay stretched at full length upon the hearth-rug, looked
steadfastly at her, and heaving a gentle whine, said,--
"Oh, Tittums, I've fallen in love!"
[Illustration: FIDO COURTING TITTUMS.]
"Indeed!" replied the prudent Cat, not wishing to show him how
anxious she was.
"Yes, indeed," continued the little Doggy, rather hurt at her coldness:
"it's you that I've fallen in love with. Do you like me, Tittums?"

But Tittums would not answer, even with a single purr-r! and it was
only upon her giving him a sly look out of the corner of her left eye that
he guessed how much she did like him. However, made bold by even
this small token of esteem, he came quietly up, and sat by her side;
even going so far, at last, as to take her out for a short walk down the
garden-path, where they looked through the railings at the people
passing by.
"Well," said Fido to himself, "I have no doubt but she will love me in
time; all the more, as I have great hopes of growing bigger before the
spring."
[Illustration: TITTUMS DESERTING FIDO.]
But one morning, when Tittums came in from a visit she had been
paying her mamma, she was followed by a gentleman from the tropics,
who, with all the impudence of his race, made himself quite at home,
pressed Tittums' paw to his heart, called her "the loveliest of Cats,"
asked her to oblige him with a song, which he had been told she could
sing very sweetly, and never took the least notice of poor Fido, who
was sitting in the corner. To tell the truth, poor Fido was very cross,
and began to growl quite savagely; the more so when, to his dismay, he
beheld the pleasure with which Tittums heard all this nonsense. He
could not think what right the bold stranger had to come there unasked;
for all that he had bright red and green feathers, a rakish,
broad-brimmed hat, and a gold-headed walking-cane, he was not
good-looking, that was very certain.
But Tittums was very much struck by his appearance and bearing; his
feathers were so pretty, he spoke so many languages, shrieked so
terribly and in such a loud voice, had travelled so much, and was so
struck by the beauty of Tittums, that, poor little Cat as she was, she
ceased to care a button for faithful Fido, and kept all her sly glances for
Mr. Paul Parrot.
"Lovely Tittums," said Mr. Paul, "you must forget such upstart puppies
as Fido. Listen to me--I am a traveller--I speak five languages,--I have
a palace made of golden bars, within which is a perch fit for a king,--I

have a pension of bread and milk and Barcelona nuts: all of which I
will share with you. To-morrow we will go for a trip into the field next
to the house. Good-by for the present, my dear Pussy Cat;" and he went
away kissing his hand.
Poor Fido howled. Naughty Tittums!
As day followed day, Miss Puss neglected her little Dog more and
more. She walked out with Mr. Paul Parrot, she sang to him, looked
kindly at him, and, in fact, only seemed happy when he was by. Poor
Fido was true to his first love, although almost brought to despair; he
got very thin indeed,
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