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 </div><h5>WHAT KATIE HAD TO SAY</h5>
<p>It was a fine sunny day<br>
that an old giant cat came to where I lay<br>
she said, “Are you the Mister Theophilus<br>
that wrote for the three mice and made them famous?( I said yes)<br>
well, they gave you nothing but a bunch of lies,(I asked, “Nothing less?”)<br>
may they rot in hell, those three malicious mice!<br>
I was that kitten now a wrinkled cat<br>
yet fresh is still the feud with mice, even with rats!<br>
now pen this, for it’s the truth, delay not”<br>
her look was menacing, her claws sharp, that I hastily said, “why not?”</p>
<p>“I was lying, a cold kitten, on a piece of rag,<br>
when came along three old spinster hags<br>
from the bar they were returning, so gay<br>
they spotted me and one said, “A sport for all our days!”<br>
and so it happened that cat both and rag,<br>
with the butt of a baton and not a few kicks<br>
we were bundled to their god forsaken hole<br>
where Dorothy gathered dried leaves and sticks<br>
and made for three, black cinnamon rolls.</p>
<p>while at a corner I lay shivering, almost asleep,<br>
Pamela came tip-pawing, that playful creep!<br>
she dragged us both, cat and rag<br>
(may she rot in her grave, that hideous hag!)<br>
dragged me and further tore my attire<br>
and pushed me, almost into the fire.<br>
she said, “Be warm, then play me some sport,<br>
twirl on a paw, squeak and snort”.<br>
I soon felt fine,<br>
and being famished, I began to whine.<br>
Pamela shouted, “Lazy thing, stop the incessant yawns,<br>
play me some sport, or I throw you across the lawn”<br>
(though a kitten, I was bigger than she,<br>
perhaps she had forgotten I was bigger than all three).<br>
but then I doubled over and whimpered,<br>
and Pamela suddenly flared!<br>
she punched me in the ribs,<br>
and I flew, hitting Stella’s crib.<br>
the punch provoked poor Katie(of course that’s me!)<br>
and I began chasing her round the settee.</p>
<p>There was such great commotion,<br>
that stern Stella with her glasses<br>
came out, with great indignation<br>
and she blindly dished out lashes.<br>
as she did, eyes closed, she cried shrilly,<br>
“KAAATIE DON’T BE SIILLY!”<br>
a stroke caught me above my left eye<br>
(Ah, what happened next? Oh, my!)<br>
I arose with an unheard of rage,<br>
made a leap too great for my age,<br>
caught Stella in my left paw, Pamela in the right,<br>
took their tails and tied them tight.<br>
while doing this, Dorothy came in with a pail,<br>
and she wet me from head to paw.<br>
this was the last straw<br>
that broke my poor back<br>
for suddenly my whole body went slack<br>
and I fell down, shivering on the cold floor.<br>
seeing this, all three beat me till they could no more<br>
then they dragged my unconscious body<br>
and dropped it in the professor’s study.<br>
they then dusted their paws,<br>
did high fives and had a round of applause.</p>
<p>Thank heavens, the professor found me<br>
and wanting company(a widower with no kids), he adopted me<br>
he cared for me and I got well alright<br>
daily milk led to an increase in size and might<br>
the little vengeance I could afford(those three hags and some others), I did<br>
(but you know, this world is by mice crowded)<br>
and being aged, in each newborn kitten I inculcate<br>
the feud between us and the mice race”.</p>
<p>Dear friend, what dilemma is this?<br>
which do I believe, this or the other piece?<br>
well, you read both and judge the case<br>
do settle the feud between the cat and mouse race.</p>
<h5>THE MICE AND AN UNGRATEFUL KITTEN</h5>
<p>Three old spinster mice,<br>
thought they ought to be nice.<br>
they found a cold kitten,<br>
and they didn’t stop to reason.<br>
they took her to their hole,<br>
and Dorothy brought milk and rolls.</p>
<p>The kitten soon felt fine,<br>
and she began to whine.<br>
Playful Pamela peeped in her crib,<br>
and poked her in the ribs.<br>
it seems she didn’t know the adage:<br>
one man’s fun is another man’s rage.<br>
the poke provoked Katie Kitty,<br>
and Pamela was deeply bitten.<br>
Pamela gave out with a groan,<br>
for the wound showed her bone.</p>
<p>Stern Stella with her glasses,<br>
came out hoping to give lashes.<br>
she said, `Katie, do be still!’<br>
and Katie’s eyes became steel.<br>
she made a most mighty leap,<br>
and landed all claws on Stella’s hips.<br>
Stella gave out a crow’s cry,<br>
and scurried off, wishing she could fly.</p>
<p>Dorothy, being a doting one,<br>
came out, holding a creamy bun.<br>
she called, `Katie come have a bite’,<br>
and oh! she did have a bite!<br>
Dorothy’s hand was bitten with the bun,<br>
and oh! my, could Dorothy run?</p>
<p>while their rage was still seething,<br>
all three decided to hold a meeting.<br>
an idea struck them so meaty,<br>
and they evacuated Katie.<br>
they then signed a treaty,<br>
never to be nice, but creepy.<br>
so the mice in your houses are sneaky,<br>
’cause on the ancient wall hangs the treaty.</p>
 
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OF THE FEUD BETWEEN CATS AND MICE (a poem in two parts) by Theophilus Femi Alawonde
