PUSSY GRAY’S DINNER.
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THE lobster and fish on the long table lay, When, smelling and sniffing, in walked Pussy Gray. “I’ve had breakfast, of course, but fresh fish is rare, And while no one’s looking, I’ll just take my share. For once I am sure, I shall really rejoice,” She remarked, “to dine first and make my own choice. A lunch of fresh fish! Now what could be nicer? I’ll eat of you raw, the rest may have fry, sir. What hinders my dining at table to-day? The first bite shall be mine,” said smart Pussy Gray. But poor Puss, alas! had no chance to be first! The lobster was living, his temper the worst, And when Puss began to poke round him, and claw At his shell, he suddenly seized on her paw And held it with a grip so exceedingly tight That no one could question that he had the first bite. Puss mewed and she squalled and made such a clatter That cook rushed in to see what was the matter. “Served you right,” she cried crossly, as Puss limped away. “’Tis best to be honest,” mourned poor Pussy Gray.
From Painting by J. Adam.
“Four little scamps are we.”
From Painting by L. Knaus.
Unhappy Mother.