silvertip

Her feet rested in the fur of a monster silvertip, fur thicker and softer than the pile of any carpet ever fabricated by man.

You can imagine how anxious the young Swift was during those three days, and how small he tried to be when Silvertip was around.

“Yes,” answered Silvertip, who liked a joke as well as anybody, unless it were a joke on himself alone.

When at last he was ready for flight, Silvertip was under the snowball bush near by.

He was facing Silvertip, so the Cat did not see the five dark stripes on his back till later.