As the cat
the top of
first the right
the the hind
into the pit of
William Carlos Williams
Old Mog comes in and sits on the newspaper
Old fat sociable cat
Thinks when we stroke him he's doing us a favour
Maybe he's right at that.
The trouble with a kitten is
Eventually it becomes a
Lullaby for the Cat
Minnow, go to sleep and dream,
Close your great big eyes;
Round your bed Events prepare
The pleasantest surprise.
Joy and Love will both be yours,
Minnow, don't be glum.
Happy days are coming soon -
Sleep, and let them come . . .
A Cat's Conscience
A dog will often steal a bone,
But conscience lets him not alone,
And by his tail guilt is known.
But cats consider theft a game,
And, howsever you may blame,
Refuse the slightest sign of shame.
When food mysteriously goes,
The changes are that Pussy knows
More than she leads you to suppose.
And hence there is no need for you,
If Puss declines a meal or two,
To feel her pulse and make ado.
A lame cat
is better than a swift horse
when rats infest
One gets a wife, one gets a house,
Eventually one gets a mouse.
One gets some words regarding mice,
One gets a kitty in a trice.
By two A.M., or thereabout,
The mouse is in, the cat is out.
It dawns upon one, in one's cot,
The mouse is still, the cat is not.
Instead of Pussy, says one's spouse,
One should have bought another mouse.
A house without a cat, and a well-fed well-petted,
and properly revered cat, may be a perfect house,
perhaps, but how can it prove its title?!
O lovely bit
Of silky fur
I'd wear you
To the Opera
If you were
Not my cat.