“All this, however, was untrue ; the cat bad no cousin, and had not been asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church, stole to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked the top of the fat off. Then she took a walk upon the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched herself in the sun, and licked her lips whenever she thought of the pot of fat, and not until it was evening did she return home.”

— Grimm's Household Tales: With the Author's Notes, Tale 2 · served from our shelf uncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan