MY LITTLE GRAY KITTY AND I.
Reading edition
WHEN the north wind whistles round the house, Piling snowdrifts high, We nestle down on the warm hearth-rug— My little gray kitty and I. I tell her about my work and play, And all I mean to do, And she purrs so loud, I surely think That she understands—don’t you? She looks about with her big, round eyes, And softly licks my face, As I tell her ’bout the word I missed, And how I have lost my place. Then let the wind whistle, for what to us Matters a stormy sky? Oh, none have such jolly times as we— My little gray kitty and I.