Cat. Snooker. Alderley & Wilmslow Advertiser, Friday 18 September 1931

My dear nieces and nephews,

I am sorry that my invitation to the Cornerites to write to me about fairies has not produced a single letter, with the exception of one from niece Dorothy Kathleen, who does not write about fairies but about a cat and some sparrows. “A week or two ago,” she says, “I was watching a cat and some sparrows and I have written some verses about them. The cat’s name is Snooker. When he was quite a kitten he was always getting into mischief. One wet day he came into the house drenched to the skin, and before anyone could stop him he darted upstairs and jumped upon a spare bed and began to wash himself. Once Snooker took a kipper from between two plates. Wicked cat!”