But strife ensues. Puss waxes warm
And with protruded claws
Ploughs all the length of Lydia's arm,
Mere wantenness the cause.

At once, resentful of the deed,
She shakes her to the ground
With many a threat that she shall bleed
With still a deeper wound.

But, Lydia, bid thy fury rest!
It was a venial stroke;
For she that will with kittens jest,
Should bear a kitten's joke!