Readers recommend: songs about cats

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Leopard — Paws for thought: this big cat is in the same family as one connected to a song by Tony Christie … Photograph: Arco Images/Alamy

Entries from the diary of Swawilg’s dog, Mona, November 2014 …

Thursday

I don’t know what’s wrong with my human. All of a sudden he’s in a tizzy and listening to songs about cats! Don’t get me wrong, some of my best friends were cats, but that doesn’t mean I’m not feeling brushed aside here. I’m not a grumpy old dog, I wouldn’t shut no door for no cold black kitty, but still … I’m sure my human will notice my sad eyes and bowed head if I Got My Mojo Working.

Friday

No luck with that, so this sleeping with the enemy thing continues. When I wriggle my nose under his folded arms or when try a little growl or give a paw he just says “RR” (Readers Recommend). Like he’s a growling tiger or something. He plays a song called Plea from a Cat Named Virtue over and over. I’ll give these cats their jazzy cool and sexy grace, slickness and hunting skills and all that, but I don’t know about that virtue thing. Never saw no decorated cat.

And I don’t understand the purring. Why can’t they make a proper sound or use that paw when the stroking stops? Maybe I’m too focused on The Neighbour’s Cat. She did her thing in our garden again this morning and so I did my thing on top of hers and it felt good. Ich bin ein Caniner. Senga Abele is what I say! Or sufferin’ succotash! Don’t worry, dear diary, it’s just pet talk.

Dog with typewriter — This writing lark is a doggone chore ... Photograph: Flickr

Saturday

This morning I tawt I taw the Toast Man! Barked at him, but he wasn’t carrying any letters or newspapers to devour.

My human keeps playing the Bathers song Two Cats on the Piano and says what a great discovery he made there by accident. I dread the moment he will discover the little accident I had upstairs.

Sunday

Talked to my friend Perdy, she’s a Dalmatian, you know the type with the Ink Spots. She can swear like a parrot and Walk Like a Panther when the grass is wet. She said she feels lonely and when I asked her when her human comes home she said only when he’s had enough. When my human gets home very late and smelling funny he always confides me in all his secrets and then later on he starts to cry. It’s the only time I get to sleep on his bed. Poor thing.

How could Primus ever write that song, Too many Puppies? But now I’m hearing Tommy the Cat. I do prefer Les Claypool to Flea, for obvious reasons. Must make a mental note not to think too much about strings and catgut. Missed that same fly again.

Monday

I must admit us dogs and wolves never got as fast or big like the Cheetah and the Tiger or The Lion This Time. Fur enough. But we stood our ground didn’t we, for our humans we’ve looked straight into the Lioness Eye! Yes, Chris Martin, it’s yellow.

Mona the dog with glass of water — Mona tries to distract her human with a water trick, but he’s too busy listening to songs about cats. Photograph: swawilg

Tuesday

My human has been worrying about an RR friend named Suzi across the pond. Says it’s the electricity that harmed her and her loved ones. I say don’t let lightning into your house. It’s like leaving the cage open in the zoo and then Wondering Where the Lions Are, right?

Oops, gotta go now, it’s Wop-a-Din-Din time, can’t remember what I had yesterday, but if it’s dry chunks I’m sure I’ll love them like I never had them before. Must remember not to disturb my human come Thursday 11pm.