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.