The Duel with all due respect to the original author, Eugene Field.
The buff cochin hen and the ginger cat
Side by side on the bathroom rug sat;
‘Twas half past seven, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t’ other had slept a wink!
The young Bob cat and the Corelle plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
I wasn’t there; I simply state
what was told to me by the Corelle plate!)
The buff cochin hen went “Cluck, cluck, cluck!”
And the ginger cat replied, “Mee-ow!”
The air was littered an hour or so,
With bits of feather and orange fur,
While the young Bob cat on the counter-top
Up with his paws before his face,
For he always dreaded a family row!
(Now mind: I’m only telling you
What the young Bob cat declares is true!)
The Corelle plate looked very blue,
And wailed, “Oh, dear! what shall we do!”
But the buff cochin and the ginger cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every beak and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw–
And, oh! how the feathers and fur flew!
Don’t fancy I exaggerate–
I got my news from the Corelle plate!)
Next morning, where the two had sat
They found no trace of chicken or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
But the truth about the cat and hen
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The young Bob cat told me so,
and that is how I came to know.)
Well, Honey and Snickers haven’t eaten each other up, but I do have to make sure to shut the bathroom door when Snickers gets his canned cat food, or Honey comes in and chases him away, so she can have it for herself.