I am a little kitty, my name is Tabby Grey;
My home is in the country, just twenty miles away.
My eyes are bright as hazel, my fur as soft as silk;
I'm fed each night and morning, with a saucer full of milk.
The milk comes fresh and foaming, right from the good old cow,
And after I have lapped it, I frolic, you know how;
I'm petted by the children, the mistress of the house,
And sometimes, when I'm nimble, I catch a little mouse.
And sometimes, when I'm naughty, I climb upon the stand,
And eat the cake, or chicken, or anything at hand;
Ah! then they take my saucer, no matter how I mew,
And that's the way I'm wunished, for the naughty things I do.
Tabby Grey
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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