Here's the thing about living alone. Whatever it is you love to do, you kinda just start doing, no matter how ridiculous or potentially embarrassing it might be. It makes me dread the day I con some lady/fella into cohabiting with me again and they get to be introduced to my bizarre..."home habits", let's call them.
One of my home habits is talking to my cats.
Okay, and sometimes I sing to them.
...and sometimes I sing songs about them, to them.
Here is a song I just composed for my elder cat, Mouse. I had just let him into the utility closet where the water boiler is, so he can make sure it is free of mice and other vermin.
Mouse the mouser
Hunting mice!
He's gonna put them all on ice!
Hunting them down!
Making them pay!
He's gonna keep all the mice far away!
If possible, try to imagine it sung to a corrupted version of the tune to the Speed Racer theme song.
