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A FRIEND in a village in the south of Scotland has a she cat, a great pet in the household. One night, when the lamp was being trimmed, some paraffin was spilled on puss's back, and a short time after, going near the fire, a falling cinder set her in a blaze. In an instant she made for the door (which happened to be open) and sped up the street about 100 yards, and with a tremendous leap plunged headlong into the village watering trough, then stepped out, gave herself a shake, and trotted quietly home. The trough had eight or nine inches of water, and puss was in the habit of seeing the fire put out with water every night.
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BROWN, W. Intellect in Brutes. Nature 21, 397 (1880). https://doi.org/10.1038/021397d0
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