I wish I knew what cats had ever done to L. Hay Meredith to bring about this tart trio of anti-feline stanzas. . .
A CAT-LESS AGE
There are no cats; they’ve all gone down
To wail upon another shore;
There are no cats, this happy town
Will never see their presence more.
There are no cats; they’ve all gone down
To wail upon another shore;
There are no cats, this happy town
Will never see their presence more.
There are no cats. O happy land
From which old maids recoil and shrink;
Where boot-jacks ever are unknown
To ward off any missing link.
There are no cats, O blessed clime
Where children reign in joy supreme;
Where mothers live and mothers love
And life is one long, pleasant dream.
- from Meredith, L. Hay. (1912). Today and yesterday: a book of
poems. Chicago, Ill.: Brock & Rankin. 55.
Methinks a little cat, fed up of this grumpy person took a wee comfort break in their slipper hehe
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