A NEW KIND OF PUS-SY-CAT.

"Here is a pus-sy-cat, A new kind of pus-sy-cat, An odd, queer pus-sy-cat, Lying on the sand; "It does not look like Top-sy, It does not look like Tab-by, And when I call it Wink-ie It does not un-der-stand. "Come and see me, kit-ty, Pret-ty, pret-ty kit-ty, Poor, lit-tle kit-ty, I'll stroke you with my hand." One lit-tle lov-ing pat Gives the ba-by—on-ly that; The new kind of pus-sy-cat, Lying on the sand. That does not look like Top-sy, And does not look like Tab-by, And when she calls it Wink-ie Does not un-der-stand. That's neith-er soft nor fur-ry, Nor full of play, nor pur-ry, Seiz-es in a hur-ry And bites the ba-by's hand.