Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

A dog meeting a strange cat, took her by the top of the back, and shook her for a considerable period with some earnestness.  Then depositing her in a ditch, he remarked with gravity: 

“There, my feline friend!  I think that will teach you a wholesome lesson; and as punishment is intended to be reformatory, you ought to be grateful to me for deigning to administer it.”

“I don’t think of questioning your right to worry me,” said the cat, getting her breath, “but I should like to know where you got your licence to preach at me.  Also, if not inconsistent with the dignity of the court, I should wish to be informed of the nature of my offence; in order that I may the more clearly apprehend the character of the lesson imparted by its punishment.”

“Since you are so curious,” replied the dog, “I worry you because you are too feeble to worry me.”

“In other words,” rejoined the cat, getting herself together as well as she could, “you bite me for that to which you owe your existence.”

The reply of the dog was lost in the illimitable field of ether, whither he was just then projected by the kick of a passing horse.  The moral of this fable cannot be given until he shall get down, and close the conversation with the regular apophthegm.