into the house, passed Susannah as though he didn't see her, and went right up to the Captain's daughter. She knew what cats like. She tickled him under the chin and rubbed his back and sang nonsense to him under her breath:
"Cat, Cat, it's perfectly evident
You are a calico cat,
And your eyes are a pair of underclothes' buttons
Sewed on with a black thread, at that.
You are a calico cat,
And your eyes are a pair of underclothes' buttons
Sewed on with a black thread, at that.
"Cat, Cat, it's perfectly evident
Your whiskers are made out of string.
Some one's tangled up those on the left of your nose
Which I think is a rather good thing.
Your whiskers are made out of string.
Some one's tangled up those on the left of your nose
Which I think is a rather good thing.
