30 MAY 1952, Page 8

Soliloquy of a Florentine Cat Well, I remember I was

always fed, And, now and then he'd bend and stroke my head, And I was always warm. There's nothing more.

Though ... sometimes I'd be washing on the floor White he was at his engineering, when He'd seem to notice me, and take his pen And fill a sheet with different views of me ; Then back he'd go to his geometry.

But otherwise, well, men are much the same . . . Yes, Leonardo may have been his name.

B. A. YOUNG.