I wrote a little blues song for Lady Momo. She sang it, and I recorded it. If you want to hear, you can download the .m4a file here: The Cat-Car Blues. If you’re a real glutton for punishment, the chorus is here: The Cat-Car Blues Chorus.
The Cat-Car Blues
Mama, she threw me in an old box
Tossed it in back and cranked up the car,
Took me wailin’ and whinin’
All the way to Wiseman,
Singin’ the Cat-Car Blues.
The vet-man, he poked and he prod,
and if I’d been loaded, he would have got shot.
But instead it was me,
and instead o’ goin’ free,
I’m singin’ the Cat-Car Blues.
Well, we’ve already come and went,
Mama’s money’s all been spent.
So I’m not alone, she’s got the moan,
And we’re singin’ the Cat-Car Blues.
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| Lady MoMo in her boudoir |
It's so raw; I feel it deep inside where our most elemental emotions well up!. It's such a poignant rendering of feline angst.
You are, by far, the wittiest sister, Sarah! I got the idea to write this because of your incredible songs, "Delta Dog" and "Oh, My Darlin' Clarabelle."
I've heard it said 'there is no other animal as quid pro quo as a cat'. Once you help them you have a divine link to the feline species.
Besides giving you companionship and turning you into a writer of songs they have other mystical powers.
Shaman Wisdom says they can help you see with Moonlight Vision. That is if you are interested.
Love the song.
Tabitha,
I have been meditating on your response–it certainly gave me plenty to think about! I have been studying shamanism in the last 8 months, but I have not yet heard of moonlight vision. Something new to learn!
I think one lesson my cats are trying to impart is that my caterwauling (musical, poetical or storied) will not please most of the people most of the time, but when it does, I know I have found a kindred spirit.
Thanks –SO MUCH — for listening and commenting!
I am so glad Darlyn Finch mentioned you blog in her newsletter. It is a jewel. I bookmarked it and will certainly be back. So much more to see. You are a charmer.
Anhinga,
Thanks so much for reading the Wench! I went right over to Anhinga, and am in love with your story called Jurassic Pond. I live only a few miles away from that cove. I would have loved to have seen this. Not so much, being outside while a killer chopped up a body!
Again, thanks for the read and the bookmark.
Okay, I've been gone a while–but WHERE'S LEO???? It's Good To Be King? Did Lady Macbeth–oh, I'm sorry, I mean "Lady MoMo" push him right off the page.
Jeez.
(Love),
Slippers
The King is Back!