There was a miller whose only inheritance to his three sons was his mill,
his donkey, and his cat. The division was soon made. They hired neither
a clerk nor an attorney, for they would have eaten up all the poor patrimony.
The eldest took the mill, the second the donkey, and the youngest nothing
but the cat.
The poor young fellow was quite comfortless for having received so little.
"My brothers," said he, "may make a handsome living by joining their shares
together; but, for my part, after I have eaten up my cat, and made myself
a muff from his skin, I must then die of hunger."
The cat, who heard all this, but pretended otherwise, said to him with
a grave and serious air, "Do not be so concerned, my good master. If you
will but give me a bag, and have a pair of boots made for me, that I may
scamper through the dirt and the brambles, then you shall see that you are
not so poorly off with me as you imagine."
The cat's master did not build very much upon what he said. However,
he had often seen him play a great many cunning tricks to catch rats and
mice, such as hanging by his heels, or hiding himself in the meal, and pretending
to be dead; so he did take some hope that he might give him some help in
his miserable condition.
After receiving what he had asked for, the cat gallantly pulled on the
boots and slung the bag about his neck. Holding its drawstrings in his forepaws,
he went to a place where there was a great abundance of rabbits. He put
some bran and greens into his bag, then stretched himself out as if he were
dead. He thus waited for some young rabbits, not yet acquainted with the
deceits of the world, to come and look into his bag.
He had scarcely lain down before he had what he wanted. A rash and foolish
young rabbit jumped into his bag, and the master cat, immediately closed
the strings, then took and killed him without pity.
Proud of his prey, he went with it to the palace, and asked to speak
with his majesty. He was shown upstairs into the king's apartment, and,
making a low bow, said to him, "Sir, I have brought you a rabbit from my
noble lord, the Master of Carabas" (for that was the title which the cat
was pleased to give his master).
"Tell your master," said the king, "that I thank him, and that I am very
pleased with his gift."
Another time he went and hid himself in a grain field. He again held
his bag open, and when a brace of partridges ran into it, he drew the strings,
and caught them both. He presented these to the king, as he had done before
with the rabbit. The king, in like manner, received the partridges with
great pleasure, and gave him a tip. The cat continued, from time to time
for two or three months, to take game to his majesty from his master.
One day, when he knew for certain that the king would be taking a drive
along the riverside with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the
world, he said to his master, "If you will follow my advice your fortune
is made. All you must do is to go and bathe yourself in the river at the
place I show you, then leave the rest to me."
The Marquis of Carabas did what the cat advised him to, without knowing
why. While he was bathing the king passed by, and the cat began to cry out,
"Help! Help! My Lord Marquis of Carabas is going to be drowned."
At this noise the king put his head out of the coach window, and, finding
it was the cat who had so often brought him such good game, he commanded
his guards to run immediately to the assistance of his lordship the Marquis
of Carabas. While they were drawing the poor Marquis out of the river, the
cat came up to the coach and told the king that, while his master was bathing,
some rogues had come by and stolen his clothes, even though he had cried
out, "Thieves! Thieves!" several times, as loud as he could. In truth, the
cunning cat had hidden the clothes under a large stone.
The king immediately commanded the officers of his wardrobe to run and
fetch one of his best suits for the Lord Marquis of Carabas.
The king received him very courteously. And, because the king's fine
clothes gave him a striking appearance (for he was very handsome and well
proportioned), the king's daughter took a secret inclination to him. The
Marquis of Carabas had only to cast two or three respectful and somewhat
tender glances at her but she fell head over heels in love with him. The
king asked him to enter the coach and join them on their drive.
The cat, quite overjoyed to see how his project was succeeding, ran on
ahead. Meeting some countrymen who were mowing a meadow, he said to them,
"My good fellows, if you do not tell the king that the meadow you are mowing
belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped up like mincemeat."
The king did not fail to ask the mowers whose meadow it was that they
"It belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas," they answered altogether,
for the cat's threats had frightened them.
"You see, sir," said the Marquis, "this is a meadow which never fails
to yield a plentiful harvest every year."
The master cat, still running on ahead, met with some reapers, and said
to them, "My good fellows, if you do not tell the king that all this grain
belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped up like mincemeat."
The king, who passed by a moment later, asked them whose grain it was
that they were reaping.
"It belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas," replied the reapers, which
pleased both the king and the marquis. The king congratulated him for his
fine harvest. The master cat continued to run ahead and said the same words
to all he met. The king was astonished at the vast estates of the Lord Marquis
The master cat came at last to a stately castle, the lord of which was
an ogre, the richest that had ever been known. All the lands which the king
had just passed by belonged to this castle. The cat, who had taken care
to inform himself who this ogre was and what he could do, asked to speak
with him, saying he could not pass so near his castle without having the
honor of paying his respects to him.
The ogre received him as civilly as an ogre could do, and invited him
to sit down. "I have heard," said the cat, "that you are able to change
yourself into any kind of creature that you have a mind to. You can, for
example, transform yourself into a lion, an elephant, or the like."
"That is true," answered the ogre very briskly; "and to convince you,
I shall now become a lion."
The cat was so terrified at the sight of a lion so near him that he leaped
onto the roof, which caused him even more difficulty, because his boots
were of no use at all to him in walking on the tiles. However, the ogre
resumed his natural form, and the cat came down, saying that he had been
very frightened indeed.
"I have further been told," said the cat, "that you can also transform
yourself into the smallest of animals, for example, a rat or a mouse. But
I can scarcely believe that. I must admit to you that I think that that
would be quite impossible."
"Impossible!" cried the ogre. "You shall see!"
He immediately changed himself into a mouse and began to run about the
floor. As soon as the cat saw this, he fell upon him and ate him up.
Meanwhile the king, who saw this fine castle of the ogre's as he passed,
decided to go inside. The cat, who heard the noise of his majesty's coach
running over the drawbridge, ran out and said to the king, "Your majesty
is welcome to this castle of my Lord Marquis of Carabas."
"What! my Lord Marquis," cried the king, "and does this castle also belong
to you? There can be nothing finer than this court and all the stately buildings
which surround it. Let us go inside, if you don't mind."
The marquis gave his hand to the princess, and followed the king, who
went first. They passed into a spacious hall, where they found a magnificent
feast, which the ogre had prepared for his friends, who were coming to visit
him that very day, but dared not to enter, knowing the king was there.
His majesty was perfectly charmed with the good qualities of my Lord
Marquis of Carabas, as was his daughter, who had fallen violently in love
with him, and, seeing the vast estate he possessed, said to him, after having
drunk five or six glasses, "It will be your own fault, my Lord Marquis,
if you do not become my son-in-law."
The marquis, making several low bows, accepted the honor which his majesty
conferred upon him, and forthwith, that very same day, married the princess.
The cat became a great lord, and never again ran after mice, except for