My dad sings this to my cat
to the tune of “Memories”
Cat brains
I am nibbling on cat brains
They are grey and they’re lumpy
Though they are rather small
Oh, cat brains make lov-er-ly li-itle hors d’eouvres
better than dog brains
Which don’t exist at all
sorry for whatever spelling errors: I’m not exactly sure how to spell hors d’e-whatevers, so I just stuck in as many vowels as I thought the word could hold.
I sing this to our cat Pearl, who has a habit of “flopping,” which any cat owner can describe…it’s when the cat just sort of falls over on its side:
(sing to the tune of Manfred Mann’s Doo Wah Diddy)
*Here she comes, just a-floppin’ on the bed
Singin’ Pearly Kitty Kitty Flop Pearly Poo
Here she comes with her tennis ball head
Singin’ Pearly Kitty Kitty Flop Pearly Poo
She flops good (flops good)
She flops fine (flops fine)
She flops good, she flops fine,
Just a-floppin’ all the time
Before I knew it, she was floppin’ next to me
Singin’ Pearly Kitty Kitty Flop Pearly Poo
She’s so happy that her purr will deafen me
Singin’ Pearly Kitty Kitty Flop Pearly Poo
She flops good (flops good)
She flops fine (flops fine)
She flops good, she flops fine,
Just a-floppin’ all the time
Now she’s so happy and that’s how it better stay
Singin’ Pearly Kitty Kitty Flop Pearly Poo
Got a cramp in my leg, this is how I gotta lay
Singin’ Pearly Kitty Kitty Flop Pearly Poo*
How appropriate this thread gets revived this time of year.
danceswithcats posted this one in another thread:
Said the tom cat to the little Fuzz
“Do you see what I see?
Way off in the dark, little Fuzz.
Do you see what I see?
A mouse, a mouse dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite. With a tail as big as a kite.”
Said the little Fuzz to the other kits
“Do you hear what I hear?
Squeaking in the walls, little kits
Do you hear what I hear?
The mice, the mice are running everywhere.
We must bring them a terrible scare.
We must bring them a terrible scare.”
Said the other kits to the brood Queen.
"D you know what we know?
In you cat-bed warm, mighty Queen.
Do you know what we know?
The mice, the mice are running in the walls.
We must grab those mice by the tails (this isn’t the Pit)
We must grab those mice by the tails.
I have no imagination. I just dance around singing “I’m too sexy for my cat” until she freaks out and runs off.
Sung to “Don’t cry for me Argentina” as my cat scrabbles up the kitchen cupboards, in the vain belief this will get his food into the bowl quicker.
Don’t cry for tea Alexander,
The truth is that here’s your whiskas,
All your miaouing, your wild persistance!
You’ll get your cat food – just keep your distance…
It’s probably a hijack, but we sing ferret carols.
“Christmas is coming, the ferret’s getting fat
Please put a raisin in the weasel’s hat!
If you haven’t got a raisin,
Then a cheerio will do,
If you haven’t got a cheerio
then what good are you?”
And the classic
“He’s here, the ferret of the opera!
The Fer-----ret of the Opera is here…beneath…my bed.”
And, of course,
“Wea-sels, wea-sels, Rock You!”
I thought I was the only one who did this. here are two songs of many I sang to my late cat, Sis (may she rest in peace):
(To the tune of “Do Re Mi”):
“Sis, a cat,
A female cat,
Sis, a drop of golden sun,
Sis, a name,
I call my cat…”
and my favorite (thank you, Eurythmics):
“Sweet dreams are made of Sis,
Who is Sis to disagree?
Travelled the world and the seven seas,
Everyone is looking for catnip…”