Week 2 Selective English

You are going to read an article about a species of Cacti. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.

Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7).

There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Culebra’s beaches are regarded as some of the most beautiful in the world. Culebra and its neighboring islands cover roughly 7,700 acres and are located 17 miles (27 kilometers) east of Puerto Rico (3,116 hectares). The area was designated as a bird refuge by the Service in 1909, making it one of the system’s earliest. (1)______________________________The terrain is quite rough. Monte Resaca (Culebra’s highest peak) climbs to 650 feet less than a half mile (0.8 km) from the coast (215 meters).

The soils on Culebra are primarily volcanic in origin. This, along with the climate, offers an excellent environment for the beautiful Culebra island cactus to thrive (Leptocereus grantianus). This kind of spineless cactus is found exclusively on the island of Culebra. (2)________________________________ The only known natural population of this species consists of around 50 individuals. It grows on rocky outcroppings along a tiny beach on Culebra’s southwest coast. It is associated with several tropical native dry forest species, including almasigo (Busera simaruba), ucar (Bucida buceras), and sea-grape (Coccoloba uvifera).

(3)_______________________________________ It is under threat from agricultural, rural, urban, and tourist expansion. It is also an aesthetically beautiful and spineless cactus, which increases its potential as an ornamental plant; hence, collection may become a concern in the future.

In the summer of 2003, the Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program designed a scheme with the Caribbean National Wildlife Refuge and a private landowner to establish a second population of this endangered cactus on Culebra. (4)___________________________ Individuals between the ages of one and two were raised in a nursery at the Cabo Rojo National Wildlife Refuge before being relocated to Culebra. They were supposed to be planted in the Culebra National Wildlife Refuge, a former Navy shooting range, but the refuge was unable to plant them because there was still explosive ordnance within refuge limits and the only suitable location (Luis Pena Island) had a significant population of feral goats.

The Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program led to the discovery of a private landowner dedicated to wildlife protection. (5)__________________________________ This 5-acre (2-hectare) region is mostly covered with exotic grasses. The cactus would be placed in two locations: a rocky slope and an open clearing. The invading grasses were removed with hand tools, and the cacti, which were already 2 to 4 feet (0.5 to 1.2 m) tall, were planted in the cleared areas.
(6)_______________________________________ Only three individuals had to be relocated due to high soil wetness that was endangering their lives.

The project would not have been possible without the help of numerous partners, including the landowner and, in particular, the 2003 Culebra National Wildlife Refuge Youth Conservation Corps, who prepared the site and planted the cacti in only one day!

The landowner and Service scientists continually monitor every individuals’ survival to ensure that each cactus establishes itself and thrives. (7)__________________________

Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[1] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about a species of Cacti. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.

Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7).

There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Culebra’s beaches are regarded as some of the most beautiful in the world. Culebra and its neighboring islands cover roughly 7,700 acres and are located 17 miles (27 kilometers) east of Puerto Rico (3,116 hectares). The area was designated as a bird refuge by the Service in 1909, making it one of the system’s earliest. (1)______________________________The terrain is quite rough. Monte Resaca (Culebra’s highest peak) climbs to 650 feet less than a half mile (0.8 km) from the coast (215 meters).

The soils on Culebra are primarily volcanic in origin. This, along with the climate, offers an excellent environment for the beautiful Culebra island cactus to thrive (Leptocereus grantianus). This kind of spineless cactus is found exclusively on the island of Culebra. (2)________________________________ The only known natural population of this species consists of around 50 individuals. It grows on rocky outcroppings along a tiny beach on Culebra’s southwest coast. It is associated with several tropical native dry forest species, including almasigo (Busera simaruba), ucar (Bucida buceras), and sea-grape (Coccoloba uvifera).

(3)_______________________________________ It is under threat from agricultural, rural, urban, and tourist expansion. It is also an aesthetically beautiful and spineless cactus, which increases its potential as an ornamental plant; hence, collection may become a concern in the future.

In the summer of 2003, the Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program designed a scheme with the Caribbean National Wildlife Refuge and a private landowner to establish a second population of this endangered cactus on Culebra. (4)___________________________ Individuals between the ages of one and two were raised in a nursery at the Cabo Rojo National Wildlife Refuge before being relocated to Culebra. They were supposed to be planted in the Culebra National Wildlife Refuge, a former Navy shooting range, but the refuge was unable to plant them because there was still explosive ordnance within refuge limits and the only suitable location (Luis Pena Island) had a significant population of feral goats.

The Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program led to the discovery of a private landowner dedicated to wildlife protection. (5)__________________________________ This 5-acre (2-hectare) region is mostly covered with exotic grasses. The cactus would be placed in two locations: a rocky slope and an open clearing. The invading grasses were removed with hand tools, and the cacti, which were already 2 to 4 feet (0.5 to 1.2 m) tall, were planted in the cleared areas.
(6)_______________________________________ Only three individuals had to be relocated due to high soil wetness that was endangering their lives.

The project would not have been possible without the help of numerous partners, including the landowner and, in particular, the 2003 Culebra National Wildlife Refuge Youth Conservation Corps, who prepared the site and planted the cacti in only one day!

The landowner and Service scientists continually monitor every individuals’ survival to ensure that each cactus establishes itself and thrives. (7)__________________________

Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[2] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about a species of Cacti. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.

Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7).

There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Culebra’s beaches are regarded as some of the most beautiful in the world. Culebra and its neighboring islands cover roughly 7,700 acres and are located 17 miles (27 kilometers) east of Puerto Rico (3,116 hectares). The area was designated as a bird refuge by the Service in 1909, making it one of the system’s earliest. (1)______________________________The terrain is quite rough. Monte Resaca (Culebra’s highest peak) climbs to 650 feet less than a half mile (0.8 km) from the coast (215 meters).

The soils on Culebra are primarily volcanic in origin. This, along with the climate, offers an excellent environment for the beautiful Culebra island cactus to thrive (Leptocereus grantianus). This kind of spineless cactus is found exclusively on the island of Culebra. (2)________________________________ The only known natural population of this species consists of around 50 individuals. It grows on rocky outcroppings along a tiny beach on Culebra’s southwest coast. It is associated with several tropical native dry forest species, including almasigo (Busera simaruba), ucar (Bucida buceras), and sea-grape (Coccoloba uvifera).

(3)_______________________________________ It is under threat from agricultural, rural, urban, and tourist expansion. It is also an aesthetically beautiful and spineless cactus, which increases its potential as an ornamental plant; hence, collection may become a concern in the future.

In the summer of 2003, the Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program designed a scheme with the Caribbean National Wildlife Refuge and a private landowner to establish a second population of this endangered cactus on Culebra. (4)___________________________ Individuals between the ages of one and two were raised in a nursery at the Cabo Rojo National Wildlife Refuge before being relocated to Culebra. They were supposed to be planted in the Culebra National Wildlife Refuge, a former Navy shooting range, but the refuge was unable to plant them because there was still explosive ordnance within refuge limits and the only suitable location (Luis Pena Island) had a significant population of feral goats.

The Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program led to the discovery of a private landowner dedicated to wildlife protection. (5)__________________________________ This 5-acre (2-hectare) region is mostly covered with exotic grasses. The cactus would be placed in two locations: a rocky slope and an open clearing. The invading grasses were removed with hand tools, and the cacti, which were already 2 to 4 feet (0.5 to 1.2 m) tall, were planted in the cleared areas.
(6)_______________________________________ Only three individuals had to be relocated due to high soil wetness that was endangering their lives.

The project would not have been possible without the help of numerous partners, including the landowner and, in particular, the 2003 Culebra National Wildlife Refuge Youth Conservation Corps, who prepared the site and planted the cacti in only one day!

The landowner and Service scientists continually monitor every individuals’ survival to ensure that each cactus establishes itself and thrives. (7)__________________________

Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[3] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about a species of Cacti. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.

Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7).

There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Culebra’s beaches are regarded as some of the most beautiful in the world. Culebra and its neighboring islands cover roughly 7,700 acres and are located 17 miles (27 kilometers) east of Puerto Rico (3,116 hectares). The area was designated as a bird refuge by the Service in 1909, making it one of the system’s earliest. (1)______________________________The terrain is quite rough. Monte Resaca (Culebra’s highest peak) climbs to 650 feet less than a half mile (0.8 km) from the coast (215 meters).

The soils on Culebra are primarily volcanic in origin. This, along with the climate, offers an excellent environment for the beautiful Culebra island cactus to thrive (Leptocereus grantianus). This kind of spineless cactus is found exclusively on the island of Culebra. (2)________________________________ The only known natural population of this species consists of around 50 individuals. It grows on rocky outcroppings along a tiny beach on Culebra’s southwest coast. It is associated with several tropical native dry forest species, including almasigo (Busera simaruba), ucar (Bucida buceras), and sea-grape (Coccoloba uvifera).

(3)_______________________________________ It is under threat from agricultural, rural, urban, and tourist expansion. It is also an aesthetically beautiful and spineless cactus, which increases its potential as an ornamental plant; hence, collection may become a concern in the future.

In the summer of 2003, the Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program designed a scheme with the Caribbean National Wildlife Refuge and a private landowner to establish a second population of this endangered cactus on Culebra. (4)___________________________ Individuals between the ages of one and two were raised in a nursery at the Cabo Rojo National Wildlife Refuge before being relocated to Culebra. They were supposed to be planted in the Culebra National Wildlife Refuge, a former Navy shooting range, but the refuge was unable to plant them because there was still explosive ordnance within refuge limits and the only suitable location (Luis Pena Island) had a significant population of feral goats.

The Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program led to the discovery of a private landowner dedicated to wildlife protection. (5)__________________________________ This 5-acre (2-hectare) region is mostly covered with exotic grasses. The cactus would be placed in two locations: a rocky slope and an open clearing. The invading grasses were removed with hand tools, and the cacti, which were already 2 to 4 feet (0.5 to 1.2 m) tall, were planted in the cleared areas.
(6)_______________________________________ Only three individuals had to be relocated due to high soil wetness that was endangering their lives.

The project would not have been possible without the help of numerous partners, including the landowner and, in particular, the 2003 Culebra National Wildlife Refuge Youth Conservation Corps, who prepared the site and planted the cacti in only one day!

The landowner and Service scientists continually monitor every individuals’ survival to ensure that each cactus establishes itself and thrives. (7)__________________________

Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[4] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about a species of Cacti. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.

Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7).

There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Culebra’s beaches are regarded as some of the most beautiful in the world. Culebra and its neighboring islands cover roughly 7,700 acres and are located 17 miles (27 kilometers) east of Puerto Rico (3,116 hectares). The area was designated as a bird refuge by the Service in 1909, making it one of the system’s earliest. (1)______________________________The terrain is quite rough. Monte Resaca (Culebra’s highest peak) climbs to 650 feet less than a half mile (0.8 km) from the coast (215 meters).

The soils on Culebra are primarily volcanic in origin. This, along with the climate, offers an excellent environment for the beautiful Culebra island cactus to thrive (Leptocereus grantianus). This kind of spineless cactus is found exclusively on the island of Culebra. (2)________________________________ The only known natural population of this species consists of around 50 individuals. It grows on rocky outcroppings along a tiny beach on Culebra’s southwest coast. It is associated with several tropical native dry forest species, including almasigo (Busera simaruba), ucar (Bucida buceras), and sea-grape (Coccoloba uvifera).

(3)_______________________________________ It is under threat from agricultural, rural, urban, and tourist expansion. It is also an aesthetically beautiful and spineless cactus, which increases its potential as an ornamental plant; hence, collection may become a concern in the future.

In the summer of 2003, the Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program designed a scheme with the Caribbean National Wildlife Refuge and a private landowner to establish a second population of this endangered cactus on Culebra. (4)___________________________ Individuals between the ages of one and two were raised in a nursery at the Cabo Rojo National Wildlife Refuge before being relocated to Culebra. They were supposed to be planted in the Culebra National Wildlife Refuge, a former Navy shooting range, but the refuge was unable to plant them because there was still explosive ordnance within refuge limits and the only suitable location (Luis Pena Island) had a significant population of feral goats.

The Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program led to the discovery of a private landowner dedicated to wildlife protection. (5)__________________________________ This 5-acre (2-hectare) region is mostly covered with exotic grasses. The cactus would be placed in two locations: a rocky slope and an open clearing. The invading grasses were removed with hand tools, and the cacti, which were already 2 to 4 feet (0.5 to 1.2 m) tall, were planted in the cleared areas.
(6)_______________________________________ Only three individuals had to be relocated due to high soil wetness that was endangering their lives.

The project would not have been possible without the help of numerous partners, including the landowner and, in particular, the 2003 Culebra National Wildlife Refuge Youth Conservation Corps, who prepared the site and planted the cacti in only one day!

The landowner and Service scientists continually monitor every individuals’ survival to ensure that each cactus establishes itself and thrives. (7)__________________________

Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[5] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about a species of Cacti. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.

Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7).

There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Culebra’s beaches are regarded as some of the most beautiful in the world. Culebra and its neighboring islands cover roughly 7,700 acres and are located 17 miles (27 kilometers) east of Puerto Rico (3,116 hectares). The area was designated as a bird refuge by the Service in 1909, making it one of the system’s earliest. (1)______________________________The terrain is quite rough. Monte Resaca (Culebra’s highest peak) climbs to 650 feet less than a half mile (0.8 km) from the coast (215 meters).

The soils on Culebra are primarily volcanic in origin. This, along with the climate, offers an excellent environment for the beautiful Culebra island cactus to thrive (Leptocereus grantianus). This kind of spineless cactus is found exclusively on the island of Culebra. (2)________________________________ The only known natural population of this species consists of around 50 individuals. It grows on rocky outcroppings along a tiny beach on Culebra’s southwest coast. It is associated with several tropical native dry forest species, including almasigo (Busera simaruba), ucar (Bucida buceras), and sea-grape (Coccoloba uvifera).

(3)_______________________________________ It is under threat from agricultural, rural, urban, and tourist expansion. It is also an aesthetically beautiful and spineless cactus, which increases its potential as an ornamental plant; hence, collection may become a concern in the future.

In the summer of 2003, the Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program designed a scheme with the Caribbean National Wildlife Refuge and a private landowner to establish a second population of this endangered cactus on Culebra. (4)___________________________ Individuals between the ages of one and two were raised in a nursery at the Cabo Rojo National Wildlife Refuge before being relocated to Culebra. They were supposed to be planted in the Culebra National Wildlife Refuge, a former Navy shooting range, but the refuge was unable to plant them because there was still explosive ordnance within refuge limits and the only suitable location (Luis Pena Island) had a significant population of feral goats.

The Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program led to the discovery of a private landowner dedicated to wildlife protection. (5)__________________________________ This 5-acre (2-hectare) region is mostly covered with exotic grasses. The cactus would be placed in two locations: a rocky slope and an open clearing. The invading grasses were removed with hand tools, and the cacti, which were already 2 to 4 feet (0.5 to 1.2 m) tall, were planted in the cleared areas.
(6)_______________________________________ Only three individuals had to be relocated due to high soil wetness that was endangering their lives.

The project would not have been possible without the help of numerous partners, including the landowner and, in particular, the 2003 Culebra National Wildlife Refuge Youth Conservation Corps, who prepared the site and planted the cacti in only one day!

The landowner and Service scientists continually monitor every individuals’ survival to ensure that each cactus establishes itself and thrives. (7)__________________________

Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[6] ___ ?

You are going to read an article about a species of Cacti. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.

Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7).

There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Culebra’s beaches are regarded as some of the most beautiful in the world. Culebra and its neighboring islands cover roughly 7,700 acres and are located 17 miles (27 kilometers) east of Puerto Rico (3,116 hectares). The area was designated as a bird refuge by the Service in 1909, making it one of the system’s earliest. (1)______________________________The terrain is quite rough. Monte Resaca (Culebra’s highest peak) climbs to 650 feet less than a half mile (0.8 km) from the coast (215 meters).

The soils on Culebra are primarily volcanic in origin. This, along with the climate, offers an excellent environment for the beautiful Culebra island cactus to thrive (Leptocereus grantianus). This kind of spineless cactus is found exclusively on the island of Culebra. (2)________________________________ The only known natural population of this species consists of around 50 individuals. It grows on rocky outcroppings along a tiny beach on Culebra’s southwest coast. It is associated with several tropical native dry forest species, including almasigo (Busera simaruba), ucar (Bucida buceras), and sea-grape (Coccoloba uvifera).

(3)_______________________________________ It is under threat from agricultural, rural, urban, and tourist expansion. It is also an aesthetically beautiful and spineless cactus, which increases its potential as an ornamental plant; hence, collection may become a concern in the future.

In the summer of 2003, the Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program designed a scheme with the Caribbean National Wildlife Refuge and a private landowner to establish a second population of this endangered cactus on Culebra. (4)___________________________ Individuals between the ages of one and two were raised in a nursery at the Cabo Rojo National Wildlife Refuge before being relocated to Culebra. They were supposed to be planted in the Culebra National Wildlife Refuge, a former Navy shooting range, but the refuge was unable to plant them because there was still explosive ordnance within refuge limits and the only suitable location (Luis Pena Island) had a significant population of feral goats.

The Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program led to the discovery of a private landowner dedicated to wildlife protection. (5)__________________________________ This 5-acre (2-hectare) region is mostly covered with exotic grasses. The cactus would be placed in two locations: a rocky slope and an open clearing. The invading grasses were removed with hand tools, and the cacti, which were already 2 to 4 feet (0.5 to 1.2 m) tall, were planted in the cleared areas.
(6)_______________________________________ Only three individuals had to be relocated due to high soil wetness that was endangering their lives.

The project would not have been possible without the help of numerous partners, including the landowner and, in particular, the 2003 Culebra National Wildlife Refuge Youth Conservation Corps, who prepared the site and planted the cacti in only one day!

The landowner and Service scientists continually monitor every individuals’ survival to ensure that each cactus establishes itself and thrives. (7)__________________________

Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[7] ___ ?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

From paragraph 4 Extract A, we can conclude that

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

What restrained the cat owner in Extract B from letting the cat wander in the house?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

Which Extract(s) mention that the cat’s behavior caused confusion?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

From paragraph 6 Extract B, we get the impression that?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

Both Extracts mention that

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

How do we know that the cat in Extract B was able to identify himself?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

How did the kitten in Extract A know that the older cat didn’t give genuine praise?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions. 

EXTRACT A:

Being a Cat of some years’ standing (I don’t enjoy recalling how many), I was, of course, a Kitten when I initially appeared in life,—my first appearance being in the company of a brother and three sisters.

We were all declared to be “the prettiest little darlings that ever were seen,” but since the old Puss who made the remark had said the same thing at the sight of every new Kitten she saw, and she was accustomed to seeing ten or twelve new ones every week, the observation is no proof of our being particularly charming or attractive.

I have no recollection of what happened during the first few days of my existence since my eyes were closed till the ninth morning. On the evening of the eighth day, though, I had a vague recall of overhearing a few words said between my mother and a family acquaintance who had stopped in for a quick conversation.

“Ah! sure, she strives hard enough to look at life now, since she knows nothing of it; but when she is as old as you or I, neighbor, she will wish more than once that she had always kept her eyes closed, otherwise she is no genuine Cat,” my excellent mom cried.

Of course, I had no idea what my mother meant at the time, but I believe, yes, I am certain, that I found her meaning long ago; and all those who have lived to suffer sorrow,—and who hasn’t?—will comprehend it as well.

Before we could use our eyes, I discovered my mouth and legs, as did my brothers and sisters. We kept up a perfect concert of sounds with the first; the legs we used in dragging our bodies around our capacious cradle, crawling over each other, and getting in everyone’s way, for we somehow managed, in the dark as it was, to climb to the edge of our bed and roll quickly over it, much to our astonishment and the amusement or annoyance of the family, just as they happened to be in the hum of it.

Our sight was finally restored to us. Our mother walked gently into our bed, which she had abandoned an hour ago, and took us one by one in her maternal embrace, holding us down with her legs and paws, and licking us with more care and assiduity than she had ever given on our fur before. Her tongue, which she had made as soft as a Cat’s tongue could be for the occasion, I felt pass and repass over my eyes until the lids burst open and I could see!

EXTRACT B:

Cat quickly puts himself at home in my room. He likes to sleep on top of something, so I placed an old sweater on the bureau opposite my bed and he sleeps there. He jumps and lands in the centre of my tummy when he wants me to wake up in the morning. Cats, believe me, don’t always land lightly—they only do so when they want to. A cat does whatever he wants when he wants. That appeals to me.

When I’m brushing my hair in the morning, he sometimes sits up and frowns at my reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, buckteeth; sandy hair, smooth in front, cowlick in back; brown eyes, can’t see in the dark for a cent; hickeys on the chin,” he says. Regrettably.”

“OK, black face, yellow eyes, and one white whisker,” I reply back to him in the mirror. “How did you obtain that one white whisker?”

He notices himself in the mirror and flicks his tail briefly. He appears to realize it isn’t another cat, but his claws come out and he touches the mirror lightly just to be sure.

When I’m laying in bed reading, he’ll cuddle up between my knees and the book. But after a few days, I can see he’s becoming increasingly agitated. It gets to the point where I can’t listen to a record because of the loudness of him scratching on the rug. I can’t let him run around the apartment, at least not till we know Mom doesn’t have asthma, so I guess I’d best reintroduce him to the wide outdoors in the city. We go down to the porch on a lovely Sunday morning in April.

Cat sits down, tall, tidy, and pear-shaped, and shuts his eyes halfway. He casts a glance towards the street, as if it isn’t good enough for him. Condescendingly, he eases down the steps and lays on a sunny, dusty patch in the center of the sidewalk after a time. People must go around him, and he squints at them.

Then he quickly gets up, glances over his shoulder at nothing, and dashes down the stairs to the cellar. When I glance around to see where he’s heading, I notice him walking slowly toward the backyard, head down, like a tiger on the prowl. I’m going to sit in the sun and finish my science-fiction magazine before going after him.

When I arrive, he is nowhere to be seen, and the janitor claims he hopped up on the wall and possibly down into one of the neighboring yards. I wander about for a bit and phone, but he isn’t there, so I go up to lunch. Cat scratches at the door and walks in as if he’s done it all his life.
This becomes habitual. He doesn’t always return home at night, and when I get the milk in the morning, he sits on the doormat, looking upset.

“Is it my fault you were out all night?” I inquire.
He marches down the hall, sticking his tail straight up, to the kitchen, where he waits for me to open the milk and dish out the cat food. He then retired to his bed.

For questions 8 – 15, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question

From Extract A, we can conclude that cats’ vision