Cat Poetry

The Cat that Walked by Himself

by Rudyard Kipling

He will kill mice,
And he will be kind to babies when he is in the house,
Just as long as they do not pull his tail too hard.
But when he has done that,
And between times,
And when the moon gets up and night comes,
He is the Cat that walks by himself,
And all places are alike to him.
Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods
Or up the Wet Wild Trees
Or on the Wet Wild Roofs,
Waving his wild tail
And walking by his wild lone.