Find The Favorite

written by


« Reload image

Our three cats is Maltese cats,
  An' they's two that's white,--
  An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's
  'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.--

  Uncle say that _Huxley_ say
  Eyes of _white_ Maltese--
  When they don't match thataway--
  They're deef as you please!

  _Girls, they_ like our white cats best,
  'Cause they're white as snow,
  Yes, an' look the stylishest--
  But they're deef, you know!

  They don't know their names, an' don't
  Hear us when we call
  "Come in, Nick an' Finn!"--they won't
  Come fer us at all!

  But our _other_ cat, _he_ knows
  Mister Nick an' Finn,--
  Mowg's _his_ name,--an' when _he_ goes
  Fer 'em, they come in!

  Mowgli's _all_ his name--the same
  Me an' Muvver took
  Like the Wolf-Child's _other_ name,
  In "The Jungul Book."

  I bet Mowg's the smartest cat
  In the world!--_He's_ not
  _White_, but mousy-plush, with that
  Smoky gloss he's got!

  All's got little bells to ring,
  Round their neck; but none
  Only Mowg _knows_ anything--
  He's the only one!

  I ist 'spect sometimes he hate
  White cats' stupid ways:--
  He won't hardly 'sociate
  With 'em, lots o' days!

  Mowg wants in where _we_ air,--well,
  He'll ist take his paw
  An' ist ring an' ring his bell
  There till me er Ma

  Er _some_body lets him in
  Nen an' shuts the door.--
  An', when he wants out ag'in,
  Nen he'll ring some more.

  Ort to hear our Katy tell!
  She sleeps 'way up-stairs;
  An' last night she hear Mowg's bell
  Ringin' round _some_wheres...

  Trees grows by her winder.--So,
  She lean out an' see
  Mowg up there, 'way out, you know,
  In the clingstone-tree;--

  An'-sir! he ist _hint_ an' _ring_,--
  Till she ketch an' plat
  Them limbs;--nen he crawl an' spring
  In where Katy's at!

© James Whitcomb Riley