Who warms his slippers for papa
When he comes home at night?
Who meets him with a joyous laugh,
And blue eyes beaming bright?
Who climbs upon his ready knee,
With kisses sweet as kiss can be?--
Our Kitty.
Who teases poor old grandmamma,
And pulls her work away,
And with her gold-rimmed spectacles
Too often tries to play?
Who's full of mischief, sport, and fun,
From early morn till day is done?--
Our Kitty.
Whose little arms "hug mamma tight"?
Whose lips give kisses sweet?
Who follows nurse about the house
With little restless feet?
Who sings to Dolly, _scolds_ her, too,
And tries to act as "big folks" do?--
Our Kitty.
Who, bent on mischief, truth to say,
Like any little elf,
Within the pantry hides to taste
The "goodies" on the shelf?
Who _bothers_ cook, where'er she goes,
And makes her scold, you may suppose?--
Our Kitty.
But lest our Kitty chance to get
More than her share of blame
For mischief, I'll explain there is
Some difference in the name:
_One_ Kitty is our _child_, you see;
The other, Kitty's c-a-t!