JUST PLAIN CAT.

OUR neighbor’s cat is Persian, the Jones’s cat Maltese; Aunty’s big Angora has feathers to her knees (At least they look like feathers), and a tail so big and white, When that kitty meets a puppy dog, I tell you it’s a sight! But when I ask, “What breed is mine—my pussy, sleek and fat?” They laugh and pull my curls, and say, “I fear—just plain cat.” It’s true her eyes aren’t yellow, her tail is rather small, I don’t know if she ever had a ped-i-gree at all. (That big word means her mother, her grandma, too, they say, That they all took prizes at a show, were marked a special way.) What do I care for markings, for prizes and all that? My kitty’s just as precious if she is just plain cat. She is the dearest kitten, all scamper and all fur! Not one of all my other pets can make me laugh like her. She may be very common, but I know she’s good and true, For she meets me when I come from school with loving little mew; And when she’s round we never see a teenchy mouse or rat, And I b’lieve I love her better ’cause she’s just plain cat!