** The Little Cat Angel** Poem ...
The Little Cat Angel The ghost of a little white kitten Crying mournfully, early and late, Distracted St. Peter, the watchman, As he guarded the heavenly gate. "Say, what do you mean," said his saintship, "Coming here and behaving like that?" "I want to see Nellie, my missus," Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat. "I know she's not happy without me, Won't you open and let me go in?" "Begone," gasped the horrified watchman, "Why the very idea is a sin; I open the gate to good angels, Not to stray... Sign in to see full entry.