I sometimes think the Pussy-Willows greyAre Angel Kittens who have lost their way,And every Bulrush on the river bankA Cat-Tail from some lovely Cat astray.

At evening when the lamp is lit,The tired Human People sitAnd doze, or turn with solemn looksThe speckled pages of their books.Then I, the Dangerous Kitten, prowlAnd in the Shadows softly growl,And roam about the...

When I grow up I mean to beA Lion large and fierce to see.I’ll mew so loud that Cook in fright Will give me all the cream in sight.And anyone who dares to say’Poor Puss’...

A kiss is a course of procedure cunningly devised, for the mutual stopage of speech at a moment when words are superfluous.

Cat: a pygmy lion who loves mice, hates dogs, and patronizes human beings.