A miller had three sons， a windmill， a donkey and a tom cat. When the miller died， the oldest son was given the mill， the second son was given the donkey， and for the youngest son only the cat was left. Sadly he asked himself， “What can I do with a tom cat？ I suppose I could have him made into a pair of furry gloves.”
“Listen，” said the cat， who had understood everything. “Don't kill me. Have some boots made for me and soon I will make you rich.” The miller's son was very surprised that his cat could talk. So he had a pair of boots made.
The cat became Puss in Boots.
Then he took a sack and threw some grain into it. He attached a string to the top so it could be pulled tight， and then he walked away. At that time there was a King who loved to eat partridge for his supper. Puss in Boots knew this and had thought up a plan. He opened up the bag with the grains， and laid it on the ground. He laid the string along the grass and hid behind a hedge. Some partridges pecked at the grain in the sack. As soon as enough birds were in the sack， Puss pulled the string tight. He took the sack on his shoulders and made off to find the King. He bowed to him and said， “My master， the Count， sends you these partridges.”
The King was very pleased and filled the sack with gold. “Take this to your master in thanks for his present.”
The cat took the gold to the miller's son and said， “That's for the boots！” And then he told him the whole story.