Post by Tharon Parrault on Jul 24, 2015 20:36:22 GMT
Puss carried a large empty sack over his shoulder and whistled a merry tune as he walked along the pathway. It was always a curious thing for most to see a cat wearing boots, a cavalier hat, and a small cape but such was Puss existence. He often enjoyed his journey's out hunting in the forest. Even if the queen herself didn't much care for the poaching of her wild life. The cat was fairly certain he could out maneuver her guards and if he should ever perchance to meet the Queen well then Puss could always use his reputation as it was want. Stopping beneath a tree he looked around for signs of quail and other game. His tail twitched as he began to sing.
No more crying for a crust of bread
No more begging for a bowl of milk
It's kraut for breakfast and a feather bed
On sheets of silk
Now I'm walking like I'm ten feet tall
Just reach out a paw and catch some birds
And I'll never have to creep or crawl
Or be kicked or stepped on just because I'm small
I've got my boots and I've got it all!
In other words..
You're looking at a happy cat
A watch me dance, toe tappy cat
A cat who had a dream that just came true
I got myself a snappy pair of boots
I also got a name.. it suits me.
A pair of boots can change a cat from bum into aristocrat
no house in town that I can't waltz into
I may drop by the palace for a chat
Show the king what class is at
When I sashay into some smart cafe
Each pretty feline
Will make a b line
For the cat they all adore
Always putting on the dog
And living high up on the hog
Say who is that with feathered hat, a belt, and coat, and lace cravat
Soft shoeing down the avenue
Must be some fancy foreign diplomat
Oh no it's just a happy cat.
I've got a hunch, it's no more mice for lunch
From mouse to pheasant, won't that be pleasant
Goose, topped off with a chocolate mousse
I might explode, but what the ho
I've still got eight more lives to go.
Who'd believe this happy cat
Was once a lazy nappy cat
With cat naps and with catnip I am through
Can't lie around the fire growing fat
There's lots of feats these feet must do
But trust for now I'll fluff my fur and purr a soft contented purr
You're looking at a happy cat.
No more crying for a crust of bread
No more begging for a bowl of milk
It's kraut for breakfast and a feather bed
On sheets of silk
Now I'm walking like I'm ten feet tall
Just reach out a paw and catch some birds
And I'll never have to creep or crawl
Or be kicked or stepped on just because I'm small
I've got my boots and I've got it all!
In other words..
You're looking at a happy cat
A watch me dance, toe tappy cat
A cat who had a dream that just came true
I got myself a snappy pair of boots
I also got a name.. it suits me.
A pair of boots can change a cat from bum into aristocrat
no house in town that I can't waltz into
I may drop by the palace for a chat
Show the king what class is at
When I sashay into some smart cafe
Each pretty feline
Will make a b line
For the cat they all adore
Always putting on the dog
And living high up on the hog
Say who is that with feathered hat, a belt, and coat, and lace cravat
Soft shoeing down the avenue
Must be some fancy foreign diplomat
Oh no it's just a happy cat.
I've got a hunch, it's no more mice for lunch
From mouse to pheasant, won't that be pleasant
Goose, topped off with a chocolate mousse
I might explode, but what the ho
I've still got eight more lives to go.
Who'd believe this happy cat
Was once a lazy nappy cat
With cat naps and with catnip I am through
Can't lie around the fire growing fat
There's lots of feats these feet must do
But trust for now I'll fluff my fur and purr a soft contented purr
You're looking at a happy cat.
