The Alley Cat Blues

I am tired of not being hugged, my owner moved and left me behind, searching for a roof over my head, dreaming of a soft and comfy bed. I'm singing the alley cat blues. One time I was pampered and ate like a queen, gourmet cans filled with fancy fish treats, enjoyed taking a nap on a floral wing back chair, content like a bear in its private and cozy lair. Now I am a beggar going door to door, meowing in different pitches to be heard, some of the neighbors feel sorry for me, leaving scrapes of supper for free. I'm singing the alley cat blues.