A QUEER KITTEN.
Reading edition
Christmas-day, in her stocking, Our Marion found a prize,— A dear little spotted kitten With wonderful bright blue eyes; With fur that was fluffy as cotton, Yellow and white and gray, With paws that were soft as velvet, And brimful of fun and play. She looked at her little mistress, And loved her, it seemed, at sight; For she climbed on Marion's shoulder, Purring with all her might,— Careful never to hurt her With sharp little tooth or nail; But one thing was very funny,— The kitty had never a tail. "O mamma!" Marion shouted, "What in the world can ail This dear little baby-kitty, That she hasn't a bit of tail? "How funny!" said Marion puzzled, And wondering almost frowned, "What will she have to play with, And run after, round and round? "Did somebody snip it with scissors Or pinch it off in the door? Did you ever see a kitten Without a tail, before?" Then mamma laughed at her darling, And kissed her, and then began To tell her about the kittens That come from the Isle of Man.
E. A. A.
