The Cat’s Conscience

The Cat’s Greediness

To get at milk a cat will do
A hundred things she oughtn’t to.

But if it’s cream she wants, why then,
She’ll multiply those sins by ten.

The Cat’s Dream

The cat (like ourselves) has its favourite dream,
And the dream it loves better than all,
Is to take the large milk-pail and fill it with cream,
Drawn fresh from the cow in the stall.

The Cat’s Cleanliness

There’s nothing by a cat desired
So little as a tubbing.

Its tongue does every thing required
In scrubbing and in rubbing.

A dog will often steal a bone.
But conscience lets him not alone,
And by his tail his guilt is known.

But cats consider theft a game,
And, howsoever you may blame,
Refuse the slightest sign of shame.

When food mysteriously goes,
The chances are that Pussy knows
More than she leads you to suppose.

And hence no need there is for you,
If Puss should lose a meal or two,
To feel her pulse and make ado.