They’ve taken the cosy bed away
That I made myself with the Shetland shawl,
And set me a hamper of scratchy hay,
By that great black stove in the entrance-hall.
I won’t sleep there; I’m resolved on that!
They may think I will, but they little know
There’s a soft persistence about a cat
That even a little kitten can show.
I wish I knew what to do but pout,
And spit at the dogs and refuse my tea;
My fur’s feeling rough, and I rather doubt
Whether stolen sausage agrees with me.
On the drawing-room sofa they’ve closed the door,
They’ve turned me out of the easy-chairs;
I wonder it never struck me before
That they make their beds for themselves up-stairs.
I’ve found a crib where they won’t find me,
Though they’re crying “Kitty!” all over the house.
Hunt for the Slipper! and riddle-my-ree!
A cat can keep as still as a mouse.
It’s rather unwise perhaps to purr,
But they’ll never think of the wardrobe-shelves.
I’m happy in every hair of my fur;
They may keep the hamper and hay themselves.
(Juliana Horatia Ewing)
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