Where sits Hattie
There sat Maggie.
Hattie is a pedigree -
Maggie was a moggie.
Margaret was as bright as tin -
Harriet is foggy.
Maggie blew in with the snow
A sickly kitten on our step.
Mum took pity, made her well
But did not consider her a pet.
They rubbed along for many years -
Each gave the other terse respect.
Inevitably, Mags grew frail
And Mum went with her to the vet.
Hattie came in a smart basket,
Plus documents and a large bill.
She is compliant and sweetly docile -
Lacking Maggie's guile and will.
Mum is very fond of Hattie
And I quite like her, too.
But she has not ensnared me heart and soul -
As Mags knew so well how to do.