" HOAIE, SWEET HOME " : A CAT'S APPEAL.
[To THZ EDITOR Or THE " SPECTATOR."] SIR,—In consequence of the failing health of my owner, who is giving up housekeeping on account of impending blindness, I venture to ask you to help me to find a new home. I am a very large white Persian cat, under four years. Visitors declare, with many endearments, that I am the most beautiful cat in Oxford. A fellow ought not to praise himself. I know it is bad form to do so, but the British public would not wish me to "hide my light under a bushel." I think any one who sees me would say of me, "Too beautiful for words," or some- thing to that effect. My eyes are very mild and expressive, one china-blue, one emerald-green ; my paws have huge thumbs ! I have a fair frill, and my coat is thick all the year round. I wish my brush was larger, but I must be content. My manners are quaint, and I am very clean and polite. I have been accustomed to loving appreciation, and am very condescending. The amount which a purchaser will give is to go to any charity he or she has most at heart. The Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals appeals most to me. I have never been to a show. I should have to enter in a "variety" class. My owner gave £5 for me an a kitten in more palmy days.—I am, Sir, tac., 'JASPER.'
71 Plantation Road, Oxford.
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