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Twa weeks efter, the cat cam again. 'Pussie, Pussie Baudrons' said the auld wife, 'come awa in. I hae a wee daud o mince for ye.' The cat stravaiged intil her hoose and ate up the mince. Then it airched its back an rubbit itsel roon an roon her legs an then it gaed oot. 'Come back ony time ye like, Pussie Baudrons,' she said as it daunnert aff, the wey cats dae.
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