Who let the dogs out in the year of the cat?
I really don’t know, but when it’s cold, I wear a hat
If I do my stray cat strut when I hear the hound dog cry
How can I listen to him whimper, whisper, and sigh?
Perhaps you can hear me purr
As I snuggle up in a blanket of fur
The Love Cats is the theme that occurs
Yes, the hated little meeces will fall to pieces
Hopefully it’s the Cure…how can we be sure?
Whenever there’s talk of love, it becomes a blur
I dream of whirred peas since so much of the world wants a piece
If ‘Ev’ry body Wants to be a Cat’
And we finally see what the cat dragged in,
Should we blame the catnip for the sin?
It’s a question that’s been on my mind
In my imaginary world to which I bind