As Dung Beetle pointed out, “Rubber Ducky” translates wonderfully into a cat song. I like to sing it to my cat, who we call Boodjie.
Little Boodjie, you’re the one!
You make everything lots of fun!
Little Boodjie, I’m awfully fond of yooooooou
Little Boodjie, your my cat,
and I’m awfully glad of that!
Little Boodjie, I’m awfully fond of yooooooou
When our cat has come back battered from one of his (many) fights, we hum the theme tune of ‘Raging Bull’ at him. He is never impressed but god it amuses us.
I use to sing to my dog (is this a hijack?), and thought I´m not exactly the best singer in the world (ahem) he seems to like it.
Last thing I sang to him was “Here” by Pavement… and yeah, it´s such a strange stuff to sing to a dog, but since he can´t make petitions…
I have never posted before, but this thread has reassured me of my sanity, so I have to add to it. My roommate and I sing many many songs to our cats, usually as plays off their names:
Bey (short for Beowulf) has this little ditty:
Bey! Me say Bey, me say Bey, me say Bey-ey-o
Bey has come and he wants go home.
(repeat)
Amon (was called Amon-Joy even though he wasn’t much of a joy) got the Almond-Joy jingle:
Amon-Joy’s got nuts, Mounds don’t because
Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t
And we had a foster kitten that we spent a lot of time with because he was sick for a long time who go his own, ever changing song:
His name is Apollo
And he has a so-ong
Because his name his Apollo
(after this we just sung about whatever cute thing he happened to be doing to make us sing)
And he has a mouse toy
-or-
And he’s on the floor
etc.
And I am so “borrowing” NoClueBoy’s song for breakfast tomorrow.
I have a friend who sings to her cat, Squirrely, to the tune of “Young Girl”–
*Young Squirrel, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line…*etc, over and over again.
I only sing to my cats when I’m alone, lately it’s only been to my kitten Yoshimi, and it’s her namesake song, so I don’t even have to change the words!
Oh Yoshimi, they don’t believe me, but you won’t let those robots eat me!.. Yoshimi…
So manys songs, so little time. We mostly sing to the annoying one, Grizzly Bear.
“You are my Sunshine”
You are my Grizzly bear, my only Grizzly bear
You make me happy, 'cause you are grey
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my Grizzly bear away.
“I am a man of constant sorrow”
I am a cat of constant hunger,
Won’t you feed me all my days?
and I can’t even remember the real words or title to this one:
Grizzly, out in the milky twilight
Grizzly, out on the moonlit floor
lift your loving paw,
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, sparkling,
oh Grizzly!
He seems to appreciate them.
I have a friend who sings to her cat, Squirrely, to the tune of “Young Girl”–
*Young Squirrel, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line…*etc, over and over again.
I only sing to my cats when I’m alone, lately it’s only been to my kitten Yoshimi, and it’s her namesake song, so I don’t even have to change the words!
Oh Yoshimi, they don’t believe me, but you won’t let those robots eat me!.. Yoshimi…
The only song I’ve sung to a cat is the “Get-Your-Claws-Outta-My-Balls” song
it goes a little something like this:-
There’s a dance that goes with this
I do the Batman theme…
Na na na na na na na na-Misty!
Na na na na na na na na-Mit-Mit!!!
Mit-Mit!
(Or Gyp-Gyp, Buffy, etc)
LMFAO!!! That rocks, man. I happen to dig on Queen and you’ve made me pee my pants, shame on you.
I sing to Harriet thusly:
(to the tune of Marian the Librarian from The Music Man)
Harrrrrr-iet.
Madame Librarrrrr-iet.
What can I do
my dear
to catch
your ear?
I love you madly madly
madame librariet
Harriet.
and of course I do the Harriet bit from So I Married an Axe Murderer…
poor Norman, he just gets the weird little nonsensical songs.
Also - if y’all aren’t familiar with Mark Kozelek & Red House Painters, find some & give it a listen. I fell in love with this song:
She’s got big green eyes
And a long Egyptian face
She moves across the floor
At her own pace
When I’m here in bed
She’ll jump up on my chest
And when we lock eyes there’s so much love
I wanna cry
She comes in near
When I scratch under her ear
And she lifts her head
When I kiss around her neck
Won’t go to sleep
When she falls along my side
And two green eyes fade
To a porcelain marble white
And somehow when I sleep
She’ll end up at my feet
And if I roll and kick her out
I might knock her to the ground
But she’ll come back anyhow
Ella es muy vital
más triste que salir el sol
pura como el agua
there’s more. song’s called wop-a-din-din…
Oh my god, and I thought I, at 20 years old, was completely insane for making up stupid little pet names for my cats like “Snuggles” and “Lucretia, Queen of the Ferrets”.
Suddenly I don’t feel so horribly horribly alone.
kneels and thanks the powers that be for the internet
I sing whatever CD I’ve got on at the time, only REALLY loud and REALLY obnoxious, and RIGHT in his face–sometimes substituting kitty words.
Pick him up, cradle him like a baby, and:
“BALL TONGUE! you’vecometotakemykitty!
BALLLLL TOOONGUE! iiiiiwontcleanyourboxnokitty!”
or
“Kitty kitty kitty, can’t you see, sometimes your words just hypnotize me…”
or
“WHO’S-THE-MIS-TER-KIT-TY-KAT!! YOU-THE-MIS-TER-KIT-TY-KAT!!!”
Eh–sorry; that was just random.
And then there’s always just picking him up, swinging him from side to side and in a nanny-nanny-boo-boo singsong voice–“who’s the mister poo-poo, who’s the mister poo-poo…”
…oh, my poor cat.
I’ve lurked around here for long enough – it’s time for me to join in with the admission that once, long ago, I sang to cats. Or rather to one cat.
In those days, I spent winters on Cape Cod and summers in Maine, taking back and forth with me, in a battered Dodge Colt station wagon, all my worldly possessions and my cat, Jemima, who was also known as Buttonhead and sometimes Meowice.
On one of those drives, a private mythology began to evolve around Meowice. She was the reincarnation of a destitute (feline) Parisian street singer of the 1890’s who became a major French music-hall star by the early 1900’s…
Her musical story began with a rather Piaf-like song about her father (or sometimes her bad, bad man-cat):
“C’est un histoire d’un grand chat, un matou noir…”
Her great “hit” began as she sang a simple song on the Rue Pigalle:
“Y a t’il, Meowice-y, Meowice-y, y a t’il…”
Since I don’t speak French, the lyrics were never really developed much more than the few scraps above, but the melodies, particularly for the “Y a t’il” number became, over time, fleshed out (at least in my idle mind) into three versions – the original, simple song of the street singer, another with piano and drum accompaniment as her career rose through the cafes and boites, and finally, a fully orchestrated, choir-backed version used at the pinnacle of her fame as a star of the Moulin Rouge, where she’d gracefully descend a grand staircase to the stage, dressed sumptuously in red velvet and (dyed) feathers from birds she’d caught herself.
I sang these bits of songs to my cat for years. She really liked it, as far as I could tell. There were a couple other fake-French songs, too, but I don’t remember them. No one else has ever known about this until today…until I saw this thread, even I had forgotten.
Moving this, with a song in my heart and cat hairs in my bowl of cereal, to Cafe Society.
I find it amazing how some many lurkers have come out as cat singers.
(to the tune of First Toymaker to the King from Santa Claus is Coming to Town)
It’s a difficult responsibility (meow meow meow meow)
If you want to pet Princess Penelope (meow meow meow meow)
You must pet her right or she will get upset (meow meow meow meow)
You must pet from sunrise till the sun is set (meow meow meow meow)
You must never go, agaist the fur
Do it right, and she will purr
Now scratch her hard, behind the ears
Now do the chin, she’ll call you dear
Or it’s a difficult responsibility…
No song, CzarCzarBinks?
Maybe Eutypatootiekuss will give us a song. (I saw him posting in another thread. Welcome home, dude.)
Thanks for all the kudos for my parody. I’m sure Freddy is singing to a cat somewhere…*
*but not my song. (He was pretty good himself…)
We had to put my Popocatepetl to sleep two years ago, but I still miss him like crazy. Here are some pictures of him:
http://www.geocities.com/bigbadvoodoolou/cat.html
I used to sing all sorts of songs to him, with silly cat words substituted in. Aside from “Mister Popo,” I also started calling him “Piwey,” which sounds sort of like the word “silly.”
This was a Dr. Seuss-style song I would sing, sometimes in a cutesy voice, sometimes with a Jewish Borscht Belt comedian’s accent:
Here’s my little Cat Piwey!
He’s so soft, and cuddly!
I like the cat and he likes me!
He’s big and fat, his fur is white,
He likes to play, he likes to fight!
He loves to play, he’s so vivacious!
He loves to fight, he’s so pugnacious!
Did I mention that he loves to fight?
With claws like pins and teeth that bite!
Ow, he bit me!
(And then he usually would.)
Like nevermore, I used to sing him a variant of Notorious B.I.G.'s chorus: “Piwey Piwey Piwey, can’t you see, sometimes your mews just hypnotize me!”
When he’d roll over and stretch out, I’d sing to the tune of the Pixies’ “Where Is My Mind”:
“With your paws in the air and your head on the ground,
Try this trick, don’t bite me, OW!”
Sometimes I’d break into the Speed Racer theme:
“Here he comes, here comes Cat Piwey!
He’s a Piwey on paws!
It’s Mister Popo and he’s always chasing after some food!”
I had a million of 'em.
Ah, yes. Catsongs. Where we become temporarily insane and songs like “Oye como va!” turn into “FatCat has four paws!”
Hmmm… I think most recently, I’ve been singing to LittleCat, for the sake of this post, we’ll say her nickname is “Poop.” She was a feral cat I rescued from a junk yard. She is incredibly loving but terrified of strangers. So to the tune of “Ben” by the Jackson Five, I’ve been singing:
Poop, you have four paws with one white toe
You’re afraid of people you don’t knoooooow
When a stranger comes inside
You always run and hide
You are so full of dread
You hide under the bed…
(Back-up vocals: You hide under the bed…)