Frantic, Alice searched her pockets. 'It must be in here somewhere,' she thought to herself. 'I placed it here not half an hour ago.' Her kitten Dinah nuzzled her ankle, but Alice kicked her away in a fit of frustration. Startled, Dinah darted under a bush, the leaves rustling after the feline in a most familiar way.
Her pocket-bound quarry forgotten, Alice called after the truant feline.
'O! I'm sorry, kitten! Please, come back! I'll put out a saucer of milk for you, and then we'll have tea, and when you grow up, you can have crumpets with me!' (Alice believed that kittens grew up to eat all manner of pastries, as she had once mis-heard her father saying 'Let cats eat cake.') 'Please, do return, Dinah!'