re: #55 stpaulbear
The band house I lived in in the late 70’s had a cat. She had a song.
I am Mortie, hear me meow.
I am saying ‘feed me now’
and to have a meal it is my only goal.
I don’t think I’ll be alive
If I have to wait ‘til five.
David, have a heart and please fill up my bowl.
Yes, I am fat. Does it matter any way?
I’m just a kitty-cat. Ignore how much I weigh.
If I had food, I would eat everything.
I am purr, I am a biter too.
I am Mortie!(One of her nicknames was purr-bite. She only liked so much petting)
Now I have “I Am Mortie” stuck in my brain!!!