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by Leontine Stanfield
The ghost of a little grey kitten Crying mournfully, early and late, Distracted the heavenly Guardian, As he guarded the heavenly gate. 'Say, what do you mean," said he sternly, 'Coming here and behaving like that?" "I want to see Nellie, my mistress," 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 guardian, "Why the very idea's a sin; I open the gate to good angels, Not to stray little beggars like you.' 'All right," mewed the little grey kitten, "Though a cat, I'm a good angel, too."
| Raziel, Angel of the Ancient Mysteries From Angelic Artistry
Amazed at so bold an assertion, But aware he must make no mistake, In silence, the Guardian long pondered, For his name and repute were at stake. Then placing the cat in his bosom With a "Whist now, and say all your prayers," He opened the heavenly portals And ascended the bright golden stairs. A little girl angel came flying; That's my kitty, my kitty," she cried. And, seeing the joy of their meeting, He let the cat angel abide. |
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