The photo is two of our three cats, Louis (ginger tom) and Sparkle (too clever for his own good) who spend their days lazing about or looking for meaty treats. If they can be bothered to leave the comfort of the fireside, radiator or armchair, they may take the night air and perhaps chase a lazy rodent. They certainly know how to twist us humans around their little paws – by looking cute and acting cuddly now and then.

Anyway, I wrote this song  for them and all other cat lover

MEOW

I don’t pay no taxes – I don’t pay no rent.                                                                                                                                         I don’t pay no mind to no lousy government.                                                                                                                                   I don’t give a whisker – live a life so free,                                                                                                                                    Only one I care about is – M-E-O-W. Little old me.

I am just so fabulous – I am just so neat,                                                                                                                                   From the tip of my furry tail down to my pretty feet.                                                                                                                   Cute as any baby, sitting on your knee,                                                                                                                                        Only one you care about is – M-E-O-W! Little old me.

Though I may stay out late at night, carousing on the town,                                                                                                   But baby you still love me when I lay my body down.                                                                                                         Though I dream of chicken or fishes from the deep blue sea                                                                                             Clotted cream that I may lick – for M-E-O-W! Little old me.

I know I am superior, like an Egyptian god,                                                                                                                                Not like other animals or some stupid old dog.                                                                                                                               I do whatever I want to – lazy as a cat can be,                                                                                                                              Cos who do you think really owns this place? M-E-O-W! Little old me.