quick, they're napping for fifteen minutes

[spatch]

Oh, say do you see what I see?
Kitten sittin' here in sweet serenity
I could cheer; the reason's clear
For the first time in a year Psycho Kitty isn't here
And look, a cat is napping there
On my lap down in this chair, and he's not eating my hair--

I sing hosanna, hosanna
Hosanna, hosanna
And he's cool

Come ye cool, cool, considerate cats
Not the kind who run around amok and get in spats
You have thread, trash to shred,
Towel beds, fuzzy heads
It's real nice, there's cat food to suffice
And fun toys to entice, like well-chewed-up felt mice

We sing hosanna, hosanna
Their inbreeding and weird manner
Means they're cool...


(I'd write more but now I can get back to, like, actual work instead of pulling kittens out of places they shouldn't be.)

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Aww. Will there be a setting? I envision woodwinds.

Nine

[sovay]

(I'd write more but now I can get back to, like, actual work instead of pulling kittens out of places they shouldn't be.)

Claws attach, tightly latch
Everybody scratch . . .

[sovay]

THIS CAT IS HARD TO CATCH.

[spatch]

Your disobedient... *drumroll* T. Autolycus.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

Adorable!

[kizlj.livejournal.com]

Now I totally have this tune running through my head. Next, Molasses to Catnip?

[gee-tar.livejournal.com]

The world needs more 1776 musical parodies.

[greenlily.livejournal.com]

awwwww. Sleeping kittens are rare and precious things. (Not, however, as rare as good 1776 parodies. Well done.)