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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 _some_body 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 _some_wheres... 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!