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This is from POETRY FOR CATS: The Definitive Anthology of Distinguished Feline Verse by Henry Beard, author of French for Cats (publisher's infor. and ISBN no. available by request)

My daughter told me that I had to site the source - which I already intended to do, and not just because she told me to over and over and over ....


Sitting by the Fire on a Snowy Evening - by Robert Frost's cat

Whose chair this is by now I know.
He's somewhere in the forest though;
He will not see me sitting here
A place I'm not supposed to go.

He really is a little queer
To leave the fire's cozy cheer
And ride out by the frozen lake
The coldest evening of the year.

To love the snow it takes a flake:
The chill that makes your footpads ache,
The drifts too high to lurk or creep,
The icicles that drip and break.

His chair is comfy, soft and deep.
But I have got an urge to leap,
And mice to catch before I sleep.
And mice to catch before I sleep.