I have a ginger kitten that goes in and out
with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than
I can see.
He is very very furry from the heels up to
the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I am put
to bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he
likes to growl –
Not at all like proper babies, with no
teeth to show;
For he sometimes shoots off faster than an
India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so sleepy that he’s
no more fun at all.
3 comments:
is that rudyard kipling? (wow how do you spell that?) i have a little shadow...
and oh hey! there. fixiecat.
Awe, Declan's poem for his buddy Fixie.
Erin you have the right era and a British poet, but I think this is from The Child's Garden of Verses (where is that book? do I have it?) Robert Louis Stevenson.
oh yes oh yes. i can picture it. i think it is in the basement... emma?
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