The Angora Cat

Good pastry is vended

In Cite Fadette,—

Madame Pons constructs splendid

Brioche and galette!

Monsieur Pons is so fat that

He's laid on the shelf,—

Madame Pons had a cat that

Was fat as herself.

Long hair — soft as satin,—

A musical purr —

‘ Gainst the window she'd flatten

Her delicate fur.

Once I drove Lou to see what

Our neighbours were at,

When, in rapture, cried she, “What

An exquisite cat!

“What whiskers! She's purring

All over. A gale

Of contentment is stirring

Her feathery tail.

“Monsieur Pons, will you sell her?” —

“Ma femme est sortie,

Your offer I'll tell her,

But — will she?” says he.

Yet Pons was persuaded

To part with the prize!

( Our bargain was aided,

My Lou, by your eyes! )

From his legitime save him —

My fate I prefer!

For I warrant she gave him

Un mauvais quart d'heure.

I'm giving a pleasant

Grimalkin to Lou,

— Ah, Puss, what a present

I'm giving to you!