WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT
“Time spent with cats is never wasted.”
- Sigmund Freud
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBdSqk78nHw
WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT – TOM JONES
Looking for the waxwings
eating apples in the orchard
a big cat came to greet me
he was huge and very forward
He climbed the fence to meet me
to block my view of birds
he told me they were meant for him
hadn't anybody heard
I must admit he made my day
he made me belly laugh
I laughed until my ribs were aching
he told me I was daft
He climbed the fence like he was human
and not a cat at all
but he landed like a cat on all fours
told me a tale so tall
Once upon an eerie moment
he said he'd seen a ghost
while lurking in the nearby churchyard
scratching at a post
It was the spirit of a lady
who carried a lantern bright
she stooped to pick up falling conkers
her body clothed in white
her hair so long and straggly dangled
over her eyes and face
her finger nails were more like talons
that cut through her finest lace
“I think she was a witch”, he said
“and once I was her familiar,
so I hid behind the biggest headstone
in case she beckoned me to her.”
“Were you afraid?”, I asked the cat.
“No, not at all, not really ...
but I'd rather be a humble cat
chasing the waxwings freely.”
He looked well fed and was content
he loved to pose for his portrait
and I was sorry to say goodbye
but had I stayed I would be late
Happy Fence Friday to you my friends
and a Happy Caturday too
It's nice to be back and feeling happy
and it's lovely to see all of you! : 0)
- AP - Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'
WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT
“Time spent with cats is never wasted.”
- Sigmund Freud
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBdSqk78nHw
WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT – TOM JONES
Looking for the waxwings
eating apples in the orchard
a big cat came to greet me
he was huge and very forward
He climbed the fence to meet me
to block my view of birds
he told me they were meant for him
hadn't anybody heard
I must admit he made my day
he made me belly laugh
I laughed until my ribs were aching
he told me I was daft
He climbed the fence like he was human
and not a cat at all
but he landed like a cat on all fours
told me a tale so tall
Once upon an eerie moment
he said he'd seen a ghost
while lurking in the nearby churchyard
scratching at a post
It was the spirit of a lady
who carried a lantern bright
she stooped to pick up falling conkers
her body clothed in white
her hair so long and straggly dangled
over her eyes and face
her finger nails were more like talons
that cut through her finest lace
“I think she was a witch”, he said
“and once I was her familiar,
so I hid behind the biggest headstone
in case she beckoned me to her.”
“Were you afraid?”, I asked the cat.
“No, not at all, not really ...
but I'd rather be a humble cat
chasing the waxwings freely.”
He looked well fed and was content
he loved to pose for his portrait
and I was sorry to say goodbye
but had I stayed I would be late
Happy Fence Friday to you my friends
and a Happy Caturday too
It's nice to be back and feeling happy
and it's lovely to see all of you! : 0)
- AP - Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'