On the way around the corner of West Elwyn street, there lived a cat. The cat slept on the doorstep of 29 West Elwyn street, and was fed by the old woman that lived there. One day, the dog catcher and his family moved into West Elwyn street, and the children came to ask the old woman questions about the animals she owned. now the old woman had been expecting this visit, so she cleaned her house specially. And when the children of the dog catcher arrived, they asked where she had got her cat. she simply said “on my doorstep.”