For several days Malta, the cat, had been carrying away scraps of dry bread from her plate and, knowing that she would scorn to eat it herself, I watched one morning to see what she did with it. She took the bread to a spot under the currant bushes, broke it up with her teeth and paws, scattered it on the ground, crept under a bush and waited. Presently the gentle waving of her tail and the greenish light in her eyes showed that she saw what she was waiting for. There was a sudden spring, the agonized cry of a bird, and Malta, growling, disappeared under the barn, holding in her teeth a sparrow, which, attracted by the crumbs, had fallen a victim to her crafty trick.

From— Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.), 08 Aug. 1907. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.