My cat has got a lovely dress
Which is made of softest fur;
It’s painted grey and barred with black,
And it looks so nice on her.
All through the dreary winter days,
She sits on the mat and purrs.
She has her food all freshly made;
A happy life is hers.
But when dark night comes creeping on,
She leaves the kitchen door,
And till the morning comes again
We see her face no more.
For through the stormy winter nights
She’s hunting mice and rats;
She’s in the danger of her life.
What silly things are cats!