I did not see the cat play dead.

I did not see her on my head—

I did not see her hide inside

My newest hairdo wild and wide.

I did not hear her caterwaul,

Nor see the scratches on the wall,

I did not see her eat the mouse,

Or hide the body ‘neath the house.

I did not give her balls of yarns

Stored up in Grandma’s giant barns,

Nor see her with her claws destroy

Gran’s crochet, with a look so coy,

Nor leap off Grandma’s rocking-chair,

I did not see her anywhere—

I did not see her tip the vase

Of flowers, or upset the jars,

Or scowl to spy the neighbor’s cat,

Or hide under the tall top hat—

All that I saw was clearly that:

The cat sat on the mat.