I have been calling these little ditties I've been coming up with for years "filks", but this could be an incorrect application of the term, considering that I have never been to a sci fi convention.

Anyhow, I like to sing, and have been changing the lyrics to a lot of songs over the years and making them into songs for my cats. Generally, they're songs that I dislike, so I view my lyric changes as redemption. However, sometimes I change the lyrics to songs that I like. There's no particular method to the madness.

For instance:

Kitties Need Some Food

(Sung to the tune of "Riders on the Storm")

Kitties need some food.
They are in the mood.
Not to feed them would be rude.
Kitties need a treat.
They would like to eat.
Kitties need some food.

Of course, this often gets sung at mealtime.

Scooping of the Poop

(Sung to the tune of "Bringing in the Sheaves")

Scooping of the poop,
scooping of the poop.
Cats will come rejoicing,
scooping of the poop!

You can imagine when this gets sung.

Does anyone else do this, or can you think of any song parodies with cat themes?

Tags: cat song parodies

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LOL, these are funny. I'll have to try them by my cats. I sing "You Are My Sunshine" to my crew & they just give me the craziest looks (except for Sierra, who seems to gloat in the attention). Between my bf & me, we have 5 altogether. Fun post.
Thanks. I have more, but I thought I'd see if other people spoof songs for their cats, too.

It seems quite a few cats, like Sierra, enjoy being serenaded.

I have the Song Parody Sickness...this is the most recent one, and it isn't really intended to be funny.  These things just start running through my brayne until I get them written down, and send them to a few friends.  After that I totally forget most of them.

 

I have also posted a couple of hymn parodies to Am I Right under the name exhoicat....

 

Love Purrson Number Nine

 I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
 You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
 She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
 Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine

 I told her I was alone and blue
 I've been this way since 1992
 She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
 She said "You don’t need my Love Potion Number Nine"

 She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
 She said "I've got what you need in this box by the sink"
 I thought that she was nuts; I really needed a drink.
 I lost my nerve, I closed my eyes, I couldn’t think.

 She handed me a warm bundle of fur;
 I fell in love when he started to purr.
 My magic kitteh was born down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
 He told me that his name is Love Purrson Number Nine

 ------ guitar solo ------

I lost my nerve, I closed my eyes, I couldn’t think.

She handed me a warm bundle of fur;
I fell in love when he started to purr.
My magic kitteh was born down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He told me that his name is Love Purrson Number Nine

 Love Purrson Number Nine
 Love Purrson Number Nine
 Love Purrson Number Nine

Dr. TinyCat Heals Your Heart

Here's my other complete cat-themed parody...based on a hymn that I hated even when I was still a believer.  "In the Garden"  What I always saw in my mind was a middle-aged frump in "sensible" shoes....

I used to work part-time in a deluxe boarding resort for cats only. I loved it, and I miss all "my" kitties dreadfully, but I just can't do the work any more.  Actually, I couldn't climb the stairs to get to work anymore.  I was desperately in need of back surgery, and by the time I finally got it, the place had been sold, and the new owner is a lazy slob...it's so dirty, I wouldn't recommend it to anyone now.

CAT HOTEL (IN THE MORNING)

I’m cleaning cat-boxes alone
While ev’ryone else is still sleeping,
And I mutter words while I sift the turds,
Such Fun! Feline house-kee-eep-ing!.

And they howl at me,
Yes, they yowl at me,
And tell me it’s time they were fed.
Tho I love my job
With this furry mob,
I’d like to…go back to…bed!

I skritch some of them ‘neath their chins,
And give tummy-rubs if they’ll let me,
Oh, blissful purr as I brush the fur.
Occasional nips don’t upse-et me.

So I scoop the poop
Till my eyelids droop,
And deal with some clown on the phone.
(Spoken: “Is this the cathouse? Har-har-har!” *click!*)
What’s that sound I hear?
Ahhh, just as I fear,
A hairball. I should have known!

The tabby up front needs his meds.
(Giving insulin is quite easy.)
It’s pilling cats I dread; Whoops! Ms. Claws has fled!
My shirt’s all torn and bree-ee-zy!

Let her growl and spit
Till she’s over it.
By the time she thinks that she’s won
I’ll be in the clear;
The day shift is here!
For me that’s…just...too much…fun!
If anyone wants to see what the Cat Hotel used to look like, click here: http://www.home.earthlink.net/~cathotel/
The web site needs updating. Badly. But it's still cool!

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