Moby is a poem of frustration. I dreamed as he kneaded my hip with sparkling claws that I picked him up to trim the needle ends, but got too sleepy, and let it go. He walked on my pelvis, painfully, and mrrrrk'd at me to get up and feed him, play with him, give him full kitty massage, but I slept on, heavy and human.
He has mewed more than ever all morning, though D fed him, but not quite as much wet smelly yummers as I usually do when I get up at five to trundle off to work by six. He has been carefully trained through intermittent reinforcement that one of us in the kitchen means better than kibble food. Happy kitchen activity. He knows he has to help That One, or The Other One to get the food down to him, a gentle paw reached up to pull the dish down to the floor. We occasionally get in his way, as he shepherds us to his due care and food.
As D was getting milk, Moby sang, to the tune Tainted Love (channelled through me.)
Sometimes I feel I've got to
get you to, I've got to
get you to
to the kitchen and my food
and the food you give to me
Seems to go nowhere
And I'm hungry now
Though I walk on you, you just sleep at night
(chorus)
Now I run to you,
stay right here and
all this ankle love I'm giving
I give you all a cat could give you
Give me food yes just that food, in that dish there!
Oh...ankle love, ankle love
Now I know I've got to
rub my head, and reach right up to you
You really want to give more food to me
open that fridge
I need someone to open that can
And I know love is being fed
And I know that you love me that way.
(chorus...)
Just feed me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you when feed me so
Now I'm going to push you to the door
Ankle love, ankle love
Touch me if you want, but feed me too,I give you, ankle love..
Moby has now had a generous portion of lunch, and is sleeping happily, dreaming of chasing fluttering feathers.
9 comments:
Oh, I think that's going to echo through my kitchen today, too.
Too funny!
Brilliant. Can we have a podcast of him singing it? (channelled through you, of course)
Hehehehe...loved this.
Excell.......ent! 'Poem of frustration' and 'ankle love'.Z. you had me smiling and then weeping with laughter:)
That song will laways be Ankle Love now.
Never cared much for that song, but your lyric is great!
Oh, I have been waiting for this! Wonderful!!
Crappy song, but yes, MB, I got that together for you. Will try to do more, as they pop up.
what udge said -- I sure would love to hear that channeled version of Ankle Love...
(maria - alembic)
As for me singing that song, recorded, um....
no.
If I come up with a good one with a reasonable tune...
maybe.
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