"Pawcelain" is a work in progress, written mostly by Urs Stafford and Marisa Wood
When scratching is pleasure and itching is pain and I'm wondering, wondering if I'll feel you again feet tangled in my collar and dragging me down and the jangling of my bell the sweetest sound I'm gonna roll around, rub up against a tree Yo' Yo' Yeah Yeah Scratching behind my ear For the tick and flea When you're jumping on my neck and then on my back I know I can't reach you, that's a basic fact All my wildest motions are making you grin and the taste of my blood is the sweetest thing I'm gonna roll around, rub up against a tree Yo' Yo' Yeah Yeah Scratching behind my ear For the tick and flea Oh those ticks and fleas, they dance when I'm awake and when I'm asleep And I know, and I know they ain't never, never, never gonna let me go... Yo' Yo' Yeah Yeah When itching is pleasure and scratching is pain and I'm wondering, wondering if I'll feel you again feet tangled in my collar and dragging me down and the jangling of my bell the sweetest sound I'm gonna roll around, rub up against a tree Yo' Yo' Yeah Yeah Scratching behind my ear For the tick and flea Yo' Yo' Yeah Yeah
"Meowmie" (by Marisa Wood; dedicated to Black Jack "B.J." Wood, born in 1978 and still scratching!)
Don't tell me to stop scratching, please just hold me while I do Put me on your lap and let me test my claws on you Don't push me for my reasons or expect me to explain The rips in the upholstery on the sofa arm again Don't tell my Meowmie about me 'Cos my Meowmie won't like cats like me Don't tell my Meowmie about me If you just hold me, hold me, hold me I have to practice somewhere, so I'll scratch and scrape on you My claws need to be sharpened, and your jeans are not-so-new I'll show that fabric who's the boss, oh good!, I made a snag A little harder and I'll tear your trousers into rags (Repeat chorus) Here she comes, down the stairs, think I'll hide behind a chair Will she see me? Meowmie She's got the spray bottle, she's going to squirt me, if she finds me, SHE GOT ME! MEOWMIE! Don't tell me to stop scratching, please just hold me while I do Put me in your lap and let me test my claws on you Don't push me for my reasons or expect me to explain How come my fur's all wet and dripping water once again Don't tell my Meowmie about me 'Cos my Meowmie won't like cats like me You won't have to tell my Meowmie about me If you just hold me, hold me, hold me
I called for a tabby, but all I got were tortoiseshells Persians, Burmese, blue point Siamese, but I won't be calling anymore to get a sea of cats like I did before but you (I'm calling for you) "Dinner!" I cried, and was soon swept aside by a lingering queue, still I couldn't find you, so I won't be calling anymore for the crowd of cats (and more and more) but you (I'm calling for you) A sea of cats have come to my door they've filled up my garden, and still there are more! I'm searching for tabbies, but still I find none (at least, none that scream out to me, "I'm the one!") But I won't be calling anymore to get a crowd of cats (and more and more) I want you (I'm calling for you) calling for you, calling for you, calling...
You have got to have my milkie dish A bowl of milk's my only wish But I don't see my milkie dish So where did it go? If I climb you will you pour for me A splash of milk (or maybe two or three) I saw some in the fridge, you see So where did it go? I know that last night you humans put some dishes in the sink Now this thirsty kitty can't find anything to drink And you have got to have my milkie dish A bowl of milk's my only wish But I can't find my milkie dish So where did it go, it go, it go, it go.... MEOW! [improvised verse in Feline] I know that last night you humans put some dishes in the sink Now this thirsty kitty can't find anything to drink And you have got to have my milkie dish A bowl of milk's my only wish But I can't find my milkie dish So where did it go, it go, it go, it go....
"Did I Happen to Mention?" (by P. Sainty)
Did I happen to mention that I love you? Did I happen to mention it's you who sees me through? Did I happen to mention I'm waiting for my food? I've been meaning to tell you that I'm sorry I've been meaning to tell you I didn't know the curtains were new Are you meaning to tell me that you still love me too? I need, I need, that cuddly pink toy Like I need, like I need, a thorn in my paw And I want, I want, I want some fresh milk in my dish And I want, and I want, I want the contents of your fridge Oh did I happen, did I happen, did I happen to mention? She happened to mention that she saw you She happened to mention you said we're out of food Wish that you could've mentioned, so I'd have known that too I need, I need, that cuddly pink toy Like I need, like I need, a thorn in my paw And I want, I want, I want some fresh milk in my dish And I want, and I want, I want the contents of your fridge Oh did I happen, did I happen, did I happen to mention? I need, I need, that cuddly pink toy Like I need, like I need, a thorn in my paw And I want, I want, I want some fresh milk in my dish And I want, and I want, I want the contents of your fridge
"Tunafish" (dedicated to Peeve Wood, 1982-1996); words by Marisa Wood and Julia Fordham!
I hear you in the kitchen and you're opening a can My ears prick up, I climb the stairs, I make my dinner plans And I ask you, and I ask you, where do we go from here? All my life, you've been the one who's given food to everyone Now I hear the sound of tunafish cans being opened And I ask you, where do we go from here? You've got me so I'm curling like a kitten in your hand You've got me so I'm clawing like a tiger caged and bound And I ask you, and I ask you, where do we go from here? All my life, you've been the one who's given food to everyone Now I hear the sound of tunafish cans being opened And I ask you, where do we go from here? All my life, you've been the one who's given food to everyone And now I know you've let me down, will it always be That you have got no tunafish for me
Feline... If you don't like that brand of catfood I'll just give another kind to you. If you reject the others one by one I won't give up on you. But if you scratch, scratch the sofa Don't think I won't react to that 'Cos you're a bad, destructive, naughty, wilful Georgeous little kitty cat... So don't you test my love Like you test my lap with your paw, friend For don't you know the love of a human Of a human, of a human Is there to the end, there to the end? I know you got up early this morning. I heard the thundering of every paw. If you charged the light brigade at three don't think I want some more! And if you pout out the window I can't tell you off for making a din Behind the eyes of this tabby kitty So many schemes lie within... But don't you test my love Like you test my lap with your paw, friend For don't you know the love of a human Of a human, of this human Is there to the end, there to the end? Feline... Where are you hiding?
"Your Kittyface" (by Marisa Wood; dedicated to Emma Zippel)
Your kittyface, your kittyface Your kitty.... I'm standing in the bedroom, I'm checking every drawer Looking in the walk-in closet, wondering where you are I keep hearing you call me, but you know I can't see you Does it mean that I won't find you 'til the night is through What I wouldn't do right now to see your kittyface What I wouldn't do right now to see your kittyface What I wouldn't do right now to fill up all this space That I've got for you upon this bed I'm searching in the study, I look under the desk Can't find you but I see you've been here, this room's a mess! These papers have your pawprints, there's cat hair on the floor Does it mean you're hiding out somewhere behind this door? What I wouldn't do right now to see your kittyface What I wouldn't do right now to see your kittyface What I wouldn't do right now to fill up all this space That I've got for you upon this bed What I wouldn't do What I wouldn't do What I wouldn't do right now to see your kittyface In the living room I find you, you're curled up in a chair Sleeping on a comfy cushion, pretending I'm not there I pick you up and carry you to the bed with me Now that you're okay, I'll finally get a little sleep!
china blue, broken and missing glue look what you made me do, china blue china blue, so neatly cracked in two where did i put the glue, china blue kitty chasing a ball of wool i stood by watching you play the fool then you slipped, i couldn't catch you and fell onto my china blue... china blue, fragile and not so new wait 'til i find you, china blue kitty hiding in a dark dark place guilt and confusion on your little face what price will i extract from you for the loss of my china blue?
We felines, feeling discontent, have hurt our souls and our heads
We've all made ourselves prisoners in this, our latest small-time war
The human with the feeding dish has decided to dismiss
My hunted paws; I shall resist, but inside I want to desist...
I want to give up the fight
And curl up in my basket
Give up the fight...
Oh to leave pawprints of peace for just one night....
Trapped in this eternal quest for food and sleep and food again
You and I are sole fighters, circling round just like before
I want to give up the fight
And curl up in my basket
Give up the fight...
Oh to leave pawprints of peace for just one night....
Undaunted and unbreakable, a centred cat, unshakeable
When will these bitter battles cease?
When will we leave pawprints of peace....
We felines, feeling discontent, fighting hard this day have spent
When you my catnip mouse release
Then I will leave pawprints of peace...
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