After lunch, on the day of the party, Mrs. Squirrel washed, brushed and combed Fluffy-tail until it hurt so she thought she would have to squeal once or twice; then dressed her in one of the prettiest little party dresses one ever saw. Fluffy-tail even had new slippers with fluffy pink bows. “You must live up to your name, my dear,” her mother said, as she tied her pretty pink bonnet strings, “and too, my dear,” as she kissed her for at least the twentieth time, “be very careful of your manners; don’t lose your present (the cutest lace trimmed hanky with blue birds in the corners); go straight there and come straight back home before dark. You know Old Tabby Cat just loves little squirrels for dinner and she wouldn’t care even if you did have on your party dress. Cats are such prowling creatures sometimes,” she added.