Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Kittens

Colin surprised me this morning when he got up on the table and began to sing this urgent parable of kitten cold war. It was.. most illuminating... I had no idea what was happening on the front lines of the utility room. I mean, I knew that Trixie sometimes gets a little confused about certain instinctual behavorisms, but... damn!

sung to the tune of "Russians" by Sting:

In Europe and America, there's a growing stink like ammonia
Exposed to everyone this nasty smell
In the sandboxes of the ne'er-do-wells
Mrs. Trixie said I won't bury poo
I don't subscribe to this exposed 'doo
It would be such a p'stinky thing to do
If the Kittens love their clean air too

How can I save my little nose from Trixie's most deadly pose
There is no magical cover-up
When I start to retch I will throw up
We share the same biology
Regardless of hygiene-o-logy
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Kittens love clean air too

We share the same biology
Regardless of hygiene-o-logy
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Kittens love clean air too

4 Comments:

Blogger Shannon said...

He won't stop singing it either! Actually, it's more of a caterwaul. Get it? CAT-erwaul?

[sound of crickets, lone coyote howl]

March 01, 2006 11:04 AM  
Blogger Binulatti said...

"If you love sombody, get them a Littermaid"

March 01, 2006 12:27 PM  
Anonymous Ben said...

Is that from "Dream of the Poo Turtles"? HAW!

March 01, 2006 7:11 PM  
Blogger Scalpels & Scotch said...

I do love it when you channel these little voices. I still remember 'Catnip is a Warm Gun'... xo

March 17, 2006 9:56 PM  

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