Mark Twain Has Lost a Black Cat.
Have you seen a distinguished looking cat that looks as if it might be lost? If you have take it to Mark Twain, for it may be his. The following advertisement was received at the American office Saturday night:
A CAST LOST - FIVE DOLLARS REWARD for his restoration
to Mark Twain, No. 21 Fifth avenue. Large and intensely black; thick,
velvety fur; has a faint fringe of white hair across his chest; not
easy to find in ordinary light.
Photo of Bambino by Mark Twain's daughter, Jean Clemens
from the archives of the Mark Twain Papers, University of California, Berkeley.
It has been discovered that the reason your cat declines milk
and meat and lets on to live by miraculous intervention is, that he catches
- quoted in My Father, Mark Twain by Clara Clemens
|Testimonial from Col.
George Harvey, Mark Twain's publisher:
I think that perhaps the funniest thing about Mark Twain now is not his writing, but his bed. He lies in bed a good deal; he says he has formed the habit. His bed is the largest one I ever say, and on it is the weirdest collection of objects you ever saw, enough to furnish a Harlem flat--books, writing materials, clothes, any and everything that could foregather in his vicinity.
He looks quite happy rising out of the mass, and over all
prowls a huge black cat of a very unhappy disposition. She snaps and snarls
and claws and bites, and Mark Twain takes his turn with the rest; when
she gets tired of tearing up manuscript she scratches him and he bears
it with a patience wonderful to behold.
Testimonial from Clara Clemens, Mark Twain's daughter:
Testimonial from Katy Leary, Mark Twain's servant:
One night he got kind of gay, when he heard some cats calling
from the back fence, so he found a window open and he stole out. We looked
high and low but couldn't find him. Mr. Clemens felt so bad that he advertised
in all the papers for him. He offered a reward for anybody that would
bring the cat back. My goodness! the people that came bringing cats to
that house! A perfect stream! They all wanted to see Mr. Clemens, of course.
Two or three nights after, Katherine heard a cat meowing
across the street in General Sickles' back yard, and there was Bambino--large
as life! So she brought him right home. Mr. Clemens was delighted and
then he advertised that his cat was found! But the people kept coming
just the same with all kinds of cats for him--anything to get a glimpse
of Mr. Clemens!
Also see: "A Talk with Mark Twain's Cat" at this site.
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