Tibby and Her Kitten

Kit has not a sister,
Nor has she a brother;
And she is the darling
Of Tibby, her mother.

She stands there and purrs
With motherly pride,
While dear little kitty
Is close by her side.

T ’is pleasant to watch them—
Now they are at play,
With a round ball between them
Just rolling away.

If puss could not play
’Twould be a great pity;
’Tis only one year
Since she was a kitty.

How funny it seems,
That she is a mother;
’Tis only one year
Since she and her brother

Were found in the stable
One warm summer day,
Where old Spot had hid them
So snugly away.

Such wee bits of kitties
You never did see,
And one was for Willie
And one was for me.

But one of those kitties
Strayed off from his mother,
Then my little Tibby
Had no more a brother.

Now she and old Spot
Scarce notice each other,
For Tibby, though young,
Is now a fond mother.

While grandmother Spot
Is roaming about
Not one rat or mouse
Will dare to come out.

And Tibby’s a mouser,—
She’ll soon teach her kitty
To chase them about
Without any pity.

Just look at her now,
With kit at her side,
And see how she watches
With motherly pride

Her one little darling
Who has not a brother
Or sister to share
The love of her mother.

Our Father has taught them
To care for each other;
He teaches our Tabby
To be a fond mother.

He teaches our kitty
To gambol and play,
And cares for them kindly
By night and by day.

Each creature that lives
And moves on the earth,
Our dear heavenly Father
Has kept from its birth.

And he loves to see them
So joyous and gay,
And makes them so happy
They all love to play.

I’m glad that they have
Such love for each other,
I’m glad that my kitty
Does love her dear mother.