Just then came a hunter with four dogs. The cat sprang nimbly up a tree, and sat down on top of it, where the branches and foliage quite concealed her. Open your sack, Mr.. Fox, open your sack, cried the cat to him, but the dogs had already seized him, and were holding him fast. Ah, Mr. Fox, cried the cat. You with your hundred arts are left in the lurch. Had you been able to climb like me, you would not have lost your life.