Now I tell you frankly, as one Modern Woods-pussy of the World to another, that you're the only fellow that has any real testimony.
"The Rules of the Game" by Stewart Edward White
While at a friend's house in the Catskills last August a wood pussy came up behind the kitchen and dug in the garbage-heap.
"Under the Maples" by John Burroughs
In midsummer a pussy willow tree is lost among the shrubby growth in any woods.
"Trees Worth Knowing" by Julia Ellen Rogers
Oh, to be in Canada! there's a road that rambles
Through a leafing maple-wood and up a windy hill,
Velvet pussy-willows press soft hands amid the brambles
Fringing round a sky-filled pool where cattle drink their fill.
"From The Trenches" by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay