THE DIFFERENCE.
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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!