Еxcerpt from: Puss in boots / Publication date [between 1836 and 1844] / Publisher London: Orlando Hodgson, 111, Fleet Street
Puss in boots story – Part 1
Each of the brothers now took his own share, without the help of an attorney, who would soon have brought their little fortune to nothing in law expences.
The poor fellow who had nothing but the cat complained that he was very ill-used:
” My brothers,”
” may join their stocks together, and do very well in the world; as for me, when I have eaten my cat and made a fur cap of his skin, I may soon die of hunger !”
The cat, who was all this time listening just inside the door of a cupboard, now ventured to come out and spoke to him in these words :
” Do not be so much grieved, my good master; only give me a bag, and get a pair of boots made for me, so that I may scamper through the dirt and the hedges, and you shall see that you are not so badly off as you think.”
Though the cat’s master did not depend much upon these promises, yet he had often seen the cunning tricks of Puss in catching rats and mice, such as hanging by the hind legs, as if he was dead, and hiding in the meal; so he thought it very likely he might be of some use to him now in his forlorn case.
When the cat had got the things he asked for, he began to dress himself. He first drew on the boots; and next put the bag about his neck, taking hold of the strings with his fore-paws. He then told his master to keep up his spirits and walked boldly out to seek for adventures.
The first attempt Puss made was to go into a warren that had a great number of rabbits in it. He put some bran and some parsley into his bag, and then stretched himself out at full length as if he was dead. In this manner he waited for some young rabbits, who as yet did not know anything about his cunning tricks, to come and get into the bag for the sake of the nice things in it.
Soon after he had lain down, everything happened just as he could have wished. A giddy young rabbit crept into the bag; and the cat drew the strings of it directly, so that he was caught, and then killed him without mercy.
Puss was proud of this good luck; and went straight to the palace, where he asked to speak to the king. When he was shown into his majesty’s presence chamber he made a low bow and said :
” I have brought you, Sire, this rabbit, from the warren of my Lord the Marquis of Carrabas: who ordered me to present it to your majesty with his most humble respects”
Now the Marquis of Carrabas was only a sham name that the cat thought proper to give his master.
“Tell my Lord Marquis of Carrabas,”
answered the king,
” that I accept of his present with pleasure, and that I am very much obliged to him.”