The First Meow

I worte this "filk" song (i.e. "parody for those of you not in the know) last December after Robyn pointed out the title from a book of cat-themed holiday parodies. You can sing this to the tune of "The First Noel" (duh!). It is one of my many "Urban Assault Carols" but since it doesn't have a holiday theme I felt OK about publishing this in March.
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The fractal is called Bast in honor of the Egyptian Goddess of Cats. I think the reason I chose it is farly obvious.

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The first “meow” came just after dawn.
While me and my sweetheart were getting it on.
The two of us were both tucked up in bed.
When her Maine Coon kitty cat jumped on my head.

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“Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!”
Those claws on my scalp sure hurt me and how!

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The next “meow” came late the next hour.
When me and my sweetheart were both in the shower.
That kitty was wet—and mad as could be.
So he jumped up and bit me right on the left knee.

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“Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!”
The teeth and the claw marks sure hurt me and how!

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The next “meow” came just before noon.
When me and my sweetheart had started to spoon.
The cat jumped up. (I thought he would watch.)
But that horrid creature went straight for my crotch!

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“Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!”
The pain was so awful it still hurts right now!

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The last “meow” came at Two Fifty-four.
I had packed up my things and was just out the door.
Her cat tripped me up just at the top stair.
And I screamed and I cried as I flew through the air.

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“Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!” “Meow!”
At least I am dead so I can’t hear it now.