Find The Favorite

Our three cats is Maltese cats,         An' they's two that's white, -      An' bofe of 'em's deef - an' that's         'Cause their eyes ain't right. -      Uncle say that Huxley say         Eyes of white Maltese -      When they don't match thataway -         They're deef as you please!      Girls, they like our white cats best,         'Cause they're white as snow,      Yes, an' look the stylishest -         But they're deef, you know!      They don't know their names, an' don't         Hear us when we call      "Come in, Nick an' Finn!" - they won't         Come fer us at all!      But our other cat, he knows         Mister Nick an' Finn, -      Mowg's his name, - an' when he goes         Fer 'em, they come in!      Mowgli's all his name - the same         Me an' Muvver took      Like the Wolf-Child's other name,         In "The Jungul Book."      I bet Mowg's the smartest cat         In the world! - He's not      White, but mousy-plush, with that         Smoky gloss he's got!      All's got little bells to ring,         Round their neck; but none      Only Mowg knows anything -         He's the only one!      I ist 'spect sometimes he hate         White cats' stupid ways: -      He won't hardly 'sociate         With 'em, lots o' days!      Mowg wants in where we air, - well,         He'll ist take his paw      An' ist ring an' ring his bell         There till me er Ma      Er somebody lets him in         Nen an' shuts the door. -      An', when he wants out ag'in,         Nen he'll ring some more.      Ort to hear our Katy tell!         She sleeps 'way up-stairs;      An' last night she hear Mowg's bell         Ringin' round somewheres...      Trees grows by her winder. - So,         She lean out an' see      Mowg up there, 'way out, you know,         In the clingstone-tree; -      An'-sir! he ist hint an' ring, -         Till she ketch an' plat      Them limbs; - nen he crawl an' spring         In where Katy's at!