Article April 18, 1970 Issue

Loving Care for Frosty

[For children]

DENICE R. KOCH

"Frosty, you're a beautiful cat," whispered Joan, laying her cheek on Frosty's soft gray coat. The sleepy cat stretched out her four snowy white paws and looked up from her nest in Joan's lap. Because she had a sprinkling of white on her face, Joan called her Frosty. When Frosty first came to Joan's grandparents' house she was a forlorn little kitten, cold, wet, and hungry. But loving care changed all that. Joan often came to play with her.

Frosty came to feel that the garden, the house, and everyone in it belonged to her. In fact, soon she would not allow another cat on the place. One day she fought with another cat who attempted to invade the garden. Although she won, she came off with a badly injured eye.

That very afternoon Joan came to spend the night with her grandparents.

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