The little cat who is the companion of our home, Keep her safe as she goes abroad, And bring her back to comfort us. Sandpaper kisses A cuddle and a purr. Till excepting their nails And the tips of their tails, Instead of two cats, there weren't any. But no one loved though someone owned Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime And had her kittens duly drowned. In Spring, nevertheless, this cat Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales, And birds of bright voice and plume and flight, As well as scraps from neighbours' pails.
Cats sleep anywhere.
You have now learned to see That cats are much like you and me And other people whom we find Possessed of various types of mind. No member of the feline race but has a special mark. Ate his mousey intestimes and chewed up his heart. He stopped daintily licking the blood from his claws. Kitty thought with a purr, Then he coughed up a hairball and shed some more fur.