My old black cat passed away this morning

he never knew what a hard day was.

woke up late and danced on tin roofs.

if questioned "why?" answered, "just because."

He never spoke much, preferring silence:

eight lost lives was all he had.

occasionally sneaked some sunday dinner.

he wasn't good and he wasn't bad.

My old black cat wasn't much of a looker.

you could pass him by ? just a quiet shadow.

got pushed around by all the other little guys.

didn't seem to mind much ? just the way life goes.

Padded about in furry slippers.

didn't make any special friends.

he played it cool with wide-eyed innocence,

receiving gladly what the good lord sends.

Forgot to give his christmas present.

black cat collar, nice and new.

thought he'd make it through to new year.

i guess this song will have to do.

My old black cat...

old black cat...