This story by Leon Hatfield, veteran reporter and rewrite man, appeared on Page One of The Oklahoman on Dec. 16, 1937.

I hope it gives a chuckle to those who have been owned by cats and to those familiar with their ways:

Ding Dong Bell

Pussy’s in the well.

Who got her in?

Little Johnny Green.

Who took her out?

Little Johnnie Stout.

— Nursery Rhyme

A bob-tailed black cat Wednesday rewrote the old nursery rhyme. The cat didn’t have much time to polish up the rewrite but it went about like this:

Ding Dong Fire Bell

Where’s the cat that’s raising hell?

Way down in the dark old well.

Who fetched her up so she could chew us?

Nobody we swear, but Arkansas Lewis.

Black cats are bad luck. They are bad luck even to black cats. Bill Blagg, deputy sheriff, has always known black cats are bad luck, but he thought when he found a bob-tailed black cat it would trim the danger some.

He took the cat to George Angerman, superintendent of the courthouse. He told Angerman it was a nice cat, a good mouser and true lover of home and fireside. Angerman gave the cat some milk and turned his head. When he looked again the milk and cat were gone.

Two days lapsed, during which persons passing down the alley north of the courthouse would stop and listen to the melody of a distant cat which they took to be singing the “Love Song” from that widely known production, “The Alley Fence.”

It wasn’t until Wednesday that someone decided the cat was singing what it took to be a swan song. Investigation revealed the cat had tumbled or had been pushed into an abandoned well beneath a loading dock across the alley north of the courthouse.

The fire department was called. A big hook and ladder truck responded and the firemen got down on their tummies under the dock and called “Kitty, kitty,” as the fire manual says they should do under such circumstances.

The cat only wailed louder. The firemen made torches of newspaper and held them down in the well the better to see. The cat began demanding apologies from the Japanese emperor.

Finally that husky H.M. “Arkansas” Lewis tossed off his hat and let himself down the old well shaft. The cat climbed him and he climbed after the cat while a gathering crowd cheered.

The cat showed no appreciation. It glared maliciously at one and all and sneered:

“What’s been keeping you guys? Pst. Pst.”

Angerman took the beast into his arms and with it yowling and clawing headed toward milk.