She's cleaning her whiskers br And tending her fur, br The full-blown ablutions br Important to her, br She's only inside br When it comes on to rain, br For she detests water br From gutter or drain! br br She waits for the sun br To dip down out of view, br The stars to come out br And the breeze to blow through, br Then stalks through the garden br Head raised like a Queen, br And listens to rustles br From dartings unseen! br br She looks with disdain br When I beckon to her, br And only runs in br For the dish by the chair, br But brings me a present br At dawn's early light, br A rat with no head or br A pigeon in flight! br br She clambers through bushes br And climbs all the trees, br Looks down at we humans br And does as she please, br There's no little creature br Immune from her front, br Her bell tinkles warnings, br The cat's gone to hunt!br br David Lewis Pagetbr br