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Tortoiseshell Cats 

Aroun’ came a kittycat, it was so cold
Slept outside to save her sole
Staying outside might do her harm.
Gotta do summin’ to keep her warm.
Got her a pillow, got her a mat.
But she slept on the chair just where I sat.
Black and brown, she’s a Tortoiseshell cat

Won’t come near, just shies away.
Won’t let you pet her to save the day.
Open the door – what can I say?
What can we do to make her stay.
Gonna feed her summin’ to make her fat.
Put out some cat food, she did like that
Black and brown, she’s a Tortoiseshell cat

Where goes little one, she’s not aroun’.
Search all the neighbors, search all the town.
We get a little worried, we get a little sad
What did we do to make her mad?
It’s been a while she’s been away
We keep lookin’ both night & day.
No little kittie, we worry about that.
Black ‘n’ brown, where’s our Tortoiseshell cat?

Then comes a time - what a surprise!
Two more little kittens with big yellow eyes
Mama Cat, baby cats, they’re all so sweet
Gotta get some food for them all to eat.
Two little kittens just a running around
One from the country; one from the town.
Kittie, kittie, kitten; where you at?
Black and brown they’re our Tortoiseshell cats

Rounded them up & off they went
Off to the Vet where they were sent.
Then home agin, home agin; back to the norm
Home agin, home agin; without any harm.
Open the cage to let them go
Scared they were as so ‘n’ so
They’ll be back in mos’ nothing flat.
Here they come, our Tortoishell cats

Runnin’ & jumpin’ in the morning dew.
Can’t change nature for these two.
Chase each other, chase a bug
Won’t let you give ‘em even a littl’ hug
Sleep all day & then play mos’ night.
Somethin’ about this just seems right.
Longer and taller, but they don’t get fat
Two big kittens; each a Tortoiseshell cat.

Now open the door with a little invite
Come inside to the warmth & light.
Creeping around noisy as can be.
Still so shy – please don’t touch me.
Still gotta outside, still gotta roam.
Inside, outside – their new home.
Getting’ mo’ friendly – scratch on the mats
Yes, you know, our Tortoiseshell cats

Food to eat and I’ll come back
Put down summin’; like a paper sack
Still gotta outside just gotta roam.
Inside, outside – their new home.
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