Five little pussies
Sitting down to tea;
Pretty little pussies,
Happy as can be!
Three little pussies,
All in a row,
Ranged on the table,
Two down below.
Five little pussies,
Dressed all in silk,
Waiting for the sugar,
Waiting for the milk.
Dear little pussies,
If you would thrive,
Breakfast at nine o’clock,
Take tea at five.
BONEY.
Boney was not a thin cat by any means, as his name would suggest. He was very stout for his age; this could be explained by the fact that he had always looked out for number one, and had managed to secure a great many nice things to eat in the course of his short life.
His coat, which was striped, gray and black, had an infinite number of shades in it and was so beautiful, that more than one lady wanted to buy him.