win dee mum gitz owt ovva bed in dee mornin, i run in an start yelling at her to git a move on while she putz on her robe and slipperz. den we go to dee kitchen while she makes her cuppa green tea, den i start singing my morning song.......
I wuz born in dee woods in dee foothills of Catifurnia
My mommy wuz an unwed young kitten
We didn't have much to eat until we wuz rescued
I coulda have starved but then I wuz dopted by a noo mommy
doo doo doo doo doo
Listen here chile
doo doo doo doo doo
I gotz dee Gidget Blue Sky bluez
My bowl is empty an my tummy is grumbly
Hurry up Mum an givez me sum grubby
cuz i gotz dee Gidget Blue Sky bluez.......

9 comments:
That's a mighty nice routine sweet Gidget!
You're such a lucky girl!
Some big recording company should sign you to a record deal, Gidget -- I'd buy your album!
Gidget, the empty bowl blues is what Da Boyz AND Henry sing to us every morning also; did you all learn that in kitten school?
Good song! I’ll bet the bowl is filled every morning and evening and you are doing just fine.
Great song to accompany your morning ritual, Gidget.
Chaplin: "Sing it, sister!"
Ya gotz no bluez any more Gidget, ya gotz da MUM!
How about another chorus...I'll join ya.
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