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I'm glad that they have
Such love for each other,
I'm glad that my kitty
Does love her dear mother.
HAPPY CAT.
In eighteen hundred and eighteen,
In pleasant time of Spring,
The pretty kitten first was seen,
Whose history I sing.
And first her pedigree to tell,—
She came, I understand,
Of parents as respectable
As any in the land.
Tib she was always called, for why?
It was her mother's name,
And lively was the kitten's eye,
And active was her frame.
The soft, warm coat that covered her,
Was goodly to the sight,
For spots of grey and yellow fur
Shone 'mid the milky white.
She quickly learned both rat and mouse
To combat and surprise,
