Cat Weather

By Marcus B. Christian

Youthful, handsome Tommy-cat

Went running down the street,

Crying out in an anguished voice

To every gal he'd meet:

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

And his voice  was harsh to humans,

But to love cats it was sweet.

One minnou left her bowl of milk,

Another left her ball, Another, playing with her tail,

Said: "This is no fun a-tall!"

A Persian sat in the parlor,

A Maltese sat in her chair,

An alley cat came from under the house,

And each one sought fresh air.

He left his letter on the porch,

He left one at the door,

He left one in the backyard,

He mailed them by the score.

And each gal found the letter

That was waiting for her there;

And she grew quiet and pensive

Because love was in the air,

And she rubbed hard on the gate post

And she rubbed hard 'gainst the chair.

And beautiful love was in the air --

Yeah, love was everywhere.

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