Cats Sleep Anywhere
Cats sleep anywhere, any table,
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep
Eleanor Farjeon (1881 -
Atter her, atter her,
Scatter her, scatter her
Off her mat!
Treat her rough!
Git her, git her,
Catch her, catch her,
Don't miss her!
Run till you're dithery,
How she spits!
Can't she scratch!
Scritching the bark
Of the sycamore-tree,
She's reached her ark
And's hissing at me
Eleanor Farjeon, was born over a century ago, way back in 1881, known to the family as "Nellie", was a small timid child, who
had poor eyesight and suffered from ill-health
childhood. She was educated at home, spending much
of her time in the
attic, surrounded by books. Her father encouraged
her writing from the
age of five. She describes her family and her
childhood in the
autobiographical, A Nursery in the Nineties
(1935). I think we are
very lucky to have left behind so many of her
wonderful childrens rhymes, that she bequeathed, I
think to all the children of the world, and we will
think of her, long, long after even the 21st
century has gone. Sadly Eleanor Farjeon passed away
in 1965, but she will always be in our hearts for
SOMETHING FOR YOU TO PRINT OUT AND COLOUR
YOU SEE THE PUSSY CAT IN THE TREE, HE'S
AND WILL YOU
ALSO JOIN IN THANKING
FOR THE PICTURE, IT IS A BEAUTIFUL WEB