confess
That all my judgment is blinded!
Jack and Joe are now partners,
Croesus and Job united
In one homogeneous effort....
And yet my kind make nights hideous
By howling continuous calamity!

FORTY-SIXTH CATERWAUL

Now that the Mallorys have money
They haven’t changed the brand
Of my milk nor their butcher.
They wear more clothes
And better; but they still
Continue to pet me.

FORTY-SEVENTH CATERWAUL

Joe sent Pat Mallory through college;
Up there Pat says that his father
Is Superintendent of power—
Old Mallory’s just a plain foreman—
But Pat still with reason
Differs
From the verdict given by Horton,
For Pat still worships his father,
And still calls me
Poor old Cat....

FORTY-EIGHTH CATERWAUL

I heard Pat talking of college—
Some of Pat’s friends have been visiting—
I wondered what they were learning!
Pat is surely improving.
Still Joe would always have prospered
In or out of a college—
And yet I shall always be
Just a cat.

FORTY-NINTH CATERWAUL

I’ve watched in the rain and snow
Sunshine and cloudy weather
For any change in my spirit;
But whether I’ve eaten a fish
Or had just a drink of milk,—
Only that I found made
A difference.

FIFTIETH CATERWAUL

Go on with your work—
Patient Stranger!
I’ve told you enough of my
Wanderings.
The Mallorys are troubled with mice
And never close house for the summer!