Then he tried to fnd his way straight across the

garden, but he became more and more puzzled.

Presently, he came to a pond where Mr.

McGregor flled his water-cans. A white cat was

staring at some gold-fsh, she sat very, very

still, but now and then the tip of her tail

twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best

to go away without speaking to her; he had

heard about cats from his cousin, little

Benjamin Bunny.