It was moody and misty on a midsummer’s night; there was naught to do but watch the sparrows in flight. From two distant windows they stared through the panes, contemplating why the moon waxes and wanes, and whether it wants to be nearer the earth
or to come and curl up by the sun’s fiery hearth. These thoughts two soul mates did unknowingly share As they purred and they pondered and groomed their fine hair… Tawny and scrawny and full of emotion,
Sam was the cat who thought up the potion to seal their owners love;
he was not a cat to be stopped. Claire was a retired orthodontist – people said she was like a meteor but she burned brighter Her shadow tried desperately to keep up each day
As she catapulted through life. Noah was salty and gray like the ocean
Once a sailor, now a cat, who preferred constant motion He strolled through the garden each day
Pausing for flowers on his way Nancy was a kindergarten teacher
Round around the edges and a smile like honey When people asked her, “How do you do it all day?”
She said, “How could I not?” Sam watched from high above, as Noah smelled each lily bud He thought, “I may be young and novice in love, and he seems much the same.” “But if there’s a cat I do adore, Noah is his name.” So he prepared a lover’s speech Announced his presence with a screech A cat’s love cannot be contained
Strings, strings, strings oh lugubrious strings
Will be the song for me to you No yowl or scowl from opposing feral feline
Will keep me from my prowl, so stare with me in awe Stare with me in awe at the moon’s efficacy
Which not only pertains to its waxes and wanes And the tides and the tide pools
But to the love of fools for those as priceless as thee Noah turned his head skyward and responded to Sam He said “Please don’t think that I’m not interested, ‘cause believe me I am. It’s just that human society is unreliable.
Feline ferocity is undeniable. How can you be sure our affections will not be treated as an affliction? Maybe we should wait ‘til we’re older.
Maybe then we’ll be a little bolder (be a little bolder).” “It gets better,” yeah I heard that one before
If we’re cautious young the habit takes hold
So I’ll make you an offer you can’t ignore I know a thing or two about chemistry
I bet your Claire and my Nancy know a thing too I saw some sparks when she was over for tea Why don’t we make up a pot of love potion stew?
If we think hard oh I’m sure we’ll know just what to do
Set up a picnic and wait for the cupid to strike ‘Cause if Nancy loves Claire, and Claire fancies Nancy, Soon we’ll be roomies in our cat lady house Our love won’t be tragic like the slow death of a mouse “It gets better,” yeah I heard that one before
They can make space for us now, oh not tomorrow ‘Cause nobody says what you ought to do when
When two cat ladies fall in love No, nobody says what you ought to do when
When two cat ladies fall in love You can sleep until noontime, eat pâté with good wine
When cat ladies fall in love (cat ladies fall in love) You can love whom your heart wants and build up your family tree There is no end to petting and never much fretting
When cat ladies fall in love (cat ladies fall in love) You can love whom your heart wants and build up your family tree No, nobody says what you ought to do when
When two cat ladies fall in love Nobody says what you ought to do when When two cat ladies fall in love!