When the Cat Bristles and Frowns

When the cat bristles and frowns 
Clouds and sun are c’ashing, down.
When her whiskers get astray,
Mouse, you have to stay away!

When she licks her coat ””it rains,
In her eyes a new moon stains.
When she's purring in the house, 
She weaves a turban for the mouse!

 
When she combs her fur so blown,
The thread draws from fleece, alone.
Spindle, on its own is spinning, 
The mouse feels his head is whizzing!

When she shakes one of her ears,
I look for my jacket of cashmere,
I bend to take it out from the chest, 
The Mouse is here, under arrest!

When she sharpens her long c’aws,
In the cellar up the lock blows.
Mouse is high-up on the sack
Quiet, please, don't make a crack!

When she lies down on the beds,
The snow falls and largely spreads
Black and white striped carpets on ground,
Go and chase the mouse around!