That is, he
isn't popular at all.
Brownie might have gone to the movies and gone home again without
anyone ever having been the wiser, if there had not been a film
shown that night that no regular dog could look at and not bark.
"Oh, look at the big cat!" whispered Sister excitedly.
Surely enough, a large cat sat on the fence, and, as they watched,
a huge collie dog, with a beautiful plumy tail, came marching
around the corner.
He spied the cat and dashed for her. She began to run, on the
screen, of course. The audience in the movie house began to laugh,
for the dog in his first jump had upset a bucket of paint. The
people in the theatre were sure they were going to see a funny
picture.
But Brownie had seen the cat, too. He knew cats, and there were
many in his neighborhood he meant to chase as soon as he was old
enough to make them afraid of him. He scratched vigorously on
Sister's blouse and whined.
"Ki-yi!" he yelped, as though saying: "Ki-yi! I'll bet I could
catch that cat!"
Barking shrilly, he scrambled out from Sister's middy, shook
himself free of her arms, and tore down the aisle of the theatre,
intent on catching the fluffy cat.
"Ki-yi!" he continued to call joyously.
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