Cats and kittens

Kind audience, we wish to say right here, We’re only play cats and kittens dear. (’Twould be absurd for cats to play This entertainment, their parts they could not say), For cat...

As soon as a little tot in lisping accents can pronounce words sufficiently well to form sentences, it often becomes a proud mother’s ambition to teach her nursery rhymes; and b...

I really wish you’d all sit still, And try to hear a curious tale That happened just the other day. There is another yellow cat Who sits behind a golden frame, And looks so very...

Look even at Pussy Sobersides, with her dull sleepy glance, her grave slow walk, and dignified, prudish airs; who could ever think that once she was the blue-eyed, whirling, sca...

De Black Cat am prone to ebil, as de spahks fly up’ards. He am a lubber ob de back fence, de telegraph pole, an’ de midnight serenade. Bootjacks, pistols, policemen’s clubs, an’...

So Puss with good-will set to work at the food, For the smell of that pastry, oh, wasn’t it good? She picked and she licked, and she gobbled away, And wished it might last for a...

“I don’t keer. It’s comfortin’ to have live creatures about you, an’ I ain’t never hed anything like other women. I ain’t hed no folks of my own sense I kin remember. I’ve worke...

[1]What does little Kitty say? “Please give [2]me a [3]taste to-day! [4]Bread and [5]milk so nice, I see, Leave a [6]little, please, for [7]me.”

I went to the kitchen, and what did I see But the old gray cat and her kittens three; I heard her whispering soft and low, “My kittens with their tails so cunningly curled, Are...

These kittens left nothing at all to itself, Save only the mice on the store-closet shelf; The farmer’s good wife bore it meekly and long, Though telling them oft they were naug...

“Now, I, every day, rush away to the lake, And in the clear water I dive and I swim; I dry my wet fur with a run and a shake, And am fresh as a rose and neat as a pin. But you a...

Mr. Milkman, please to stop! Fill my jug up to the top; Half for mother, half for me, Fresh and sweet milk let it be. Mother told me, too, to say, “Please to call here twice to-...

Oh, ar’n’t they just lovely—all clinging so tight— Their whiskers and scratchers tucked clear out of sight A-swinging and swaying in every light breeze? They turn to pure silver...

A poet’s cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks to which she might retire, And where, secure as mouse in chink, She might...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Why are you, brave Othello, cowering at top of the attic stairs? Two short seconds ago you were on the master’s bed, purring loudly. What is that awful r...

But the little mouse had overheard And declined with thanks to stay. So before the cat could make a spring Dear little mouse did glide Right through a very tiny hole Into the wi...