I found myself singing a version of “Which Describes How You’re Feeling” by They Might Be Giants to my cat:
“Which describes how you’re furry all the time/Which describes how you’re furry all the furry all the time/There’s this cat on the floor and he /Makes me want to want to make me snore like the time/That I thought you were furry all the time…”
I’ve been known to sing Jesus Christ Superstar at him:
“Zazou cat, Zazou cat, what in the hell do you think you’re at?/Fuzzy face, fuzzy face, running around tearing up the place…”
And of course there’s the Dance with the Cat which simply goes
“Dance with the cat/Dance with the kitty kitty/Dance with the cat/Dance with the kitty kitty/…” etc.
Oh, and I think I’ve done “I’m/Too sexy for my fur” before.
Two of the worst (for Orson and Dickens, respectively):
“The Ors is an Ors, of course of course,
and you can’t talk to the Ors, of course,
that is, of course, unless the Ors
is the giant Orson cat!”
and
“Dickensy doo dah
Dickensy ay
My oh my you are furry today.
Plenty of headbutts
headin’ my way
Dickensy doo dah
Dickensy ay!”
All of the cats seem to think being sung to is so extremely amusing that they come running. (Either that or they think I’m having some sort of seizure and will soon die and become food.)
I’ve never sung to my cat, but I do hold extensive conversations with him.
I just wish I knew what I was saying during them. Apparently whatever it is makes sense to him, because he meows back.
Where’s my little kitty-cat,
Where’s my little kitty-cat,
Where are you?
Where are you?
Oh, the shame. 90% of the time they don’t even respond, adding insult to injury.
Ya know, I actually thought this might be a Douglas Adams thread. You know where the leader of the universe isn’t sure if people come to him to ask how to run the universe or just to sing to his cat?
Well, you ARE a politician matt, and you could be the leader of the universe for all I know (I figure it’s probably a Canadian).
To be honest I don’t sing to my cats. I usually just stick to “Who’s a kitty!? Who’s a KITTY!!??”
And then they look at me like I’m an idiot. Maybe I should try singing.
My cats love any song about birds, especially the one about four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. Also, the eensy-weensy spider and the old lady who swallowed a fly. Mmmmmmm!
I don’t sing to them either… but I talk to them. Ask them questions. Meow to them…
Their favorite is whenI ask whats for dinner while looking in the fridge. They have plenty of opinions there.
I used to sing the following to my best friend’s cat: “Little Miss, Little Miss, Little Miss Cat be Wrong.”
One of my cats, Lucia, enjoys pretty much anything I sing. Show tunes are a favorite, especially “Officer Krupke” from West Side Story, “Walk Down the Avenue,” from Easter Parade, and The Money Song from Cabaret. I don’t what it is she likes about these songs–maybe just the rhythm of the words.
My other cat, Austen, usually looks alarmed and discomfitted if I sing to her. (What is the human howling about?) The one exception she seemed to enjoy was this lyrically complex piece I composed just for her, sung to the tune “Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?”:
We don’t sing to the girls…we just tell them we have “chickamonks” under the blankets so they’ll come to bed with us. They never believe us. They only come to bed after we’re sound asleep so they can use our heads as springboards to attack each other.
Dung Beetle and NoClueBoy have tied for first place SO FAR…I’d like to review more entries before making my final decision.