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Why are you going to that nightclub again? I asked my neighbor Jim.
I like the way they make their Mimosas, he told me, lying again. 
I decided to follow him, for I suspected it was something else entirely.
A floor show started and cute cats came out to announce Miss Kit-Tee.

Miss Kit-Tee I thought, rolling my eyes, at the silliness of her crazy name.
But suddenly she appeared, and my life has never ever ever been the same.
Sultry, sexy, seriously sensuous and suave, I was a goner in a minute.
I knew if I was to have another day of life, this Goddess would be in it.

The way she moved her paws, the swish of her kitten-bearing hips.
I was so infatuated and in love, I forgot to drink or eat my chips.
Every song she belted out, floated directly to my captured heart. 
I sent some roses and chocolates the next day, figuring it was a little start.

She is really something! Isn’t she? Jim asked, coming to my table.
“Who?” I asked, it was my sixth night here. I snuck out whenever I was able.
“Come on,” he said. “You know I am talking about Miss Kit-Tee, she’s a kick!
I pretended not to care at all, a devil tomcat’s frosty selfish trick.

She ended up leaving with a Tomcat name of Biker Badly Bitten Billy Bob.
Jim and I agreed it might be because we are both a bit of a Tomcat slob. 
But every night to this day, I dream of Miss Kit-Tee when I want to float away.
My dream cat forever and always, even though it’s been fifty years today.

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