"
So the pot was put away in safety; but not long afterward the cat
began to wish for it again, so he spoke to the mouse and said: "I have
to tell you that I am asked by my aunt to stand godfather to a little
son, white with brown marks, whom she has just brought into the world,
and so I must go to the christening. Let me go out to-day, and do you
stop at home and keep house."
"Certainly," answered the mouse; "pray, go; and if you eat anything
nice, think of me; I would also willingly drink a little of the sweet
red christening-wine."
But, alas! it was all a story; for the cat had no aunt, and had not
been asked to stand godfather to any one. He went straight to the
church, crept up to the grease-pot, and licked it till he had eaten
off the top; then he took a walk on the roofs of the houses in the
town, thinking over his situation, and now and then stretching himself
in the sun and stroking his whiskers as often as he thought of his
meal. When it was evening he went home again, and the mouse said: "So
you have come at last; what a charming day you must have had!"
"Yes," answered the cat; "it went off very well!"
"What have you named the kitten?" asked the mouse.
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