Explosion of Pedigreed Cat
(With Apologies to Captain Billy’s “Explosion of Pedigreed Bull”)
A Persian kitty, perfumed and fair,
Strayed out through the kitchen door for air,
When a Tom Cat, lean and lithe and strong
And dirty and yellow came along.
He sniffed at the perfumed Persian cat,
As she strutted about with much eclat,
And thinking a bit of time to pass,
He whispered: “Kiddo, you sure have class.”
“That’s fitting and proper,” was her reply
As she arched the whiskers over her eye,
“I’m ribboned, I sleep in a pillow of silk
And daily they bathe me in certified milk.”
“Yet we’re never contented with what we’ve got
I try to be happy, but happy I’m not.
And I should be joyful, I should, indeed,
For I certainly am highly pedigreed.”
“Cheer up,” said the Tom Cat, with a smile,
“And trust your new found friend a while.
You need to escape from your back yard fence;
My dear, all you need is experience.”
New joys of life he then unfurled,
As he told her tales of the outside world,
Suggesting at last, with a luring laugh,
A trip for the two down the “Primrose Path.”
The morning after the night before
The “Cat Came Back” at the hour of four,
The look in her innocent eyes had went
But the smile on her face was the smile of content.
And in the after days when children came
To the Persian kitty of pedigreed fame,
They weren’t Persian—they were black and tan,
And she told them their pa was a traveling man.
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