Let us roam then, you and I,When the evening is splayed out across the sky[…]Paths that follow like a nagging accusationOf a minor violationTo lead you to the ultimate reproof …Oh, do not say, ‘Bad kitty!’Let us go and prowl the city.In the rooms the cats run to and froAuditioning for a Broadway show.”(From The Love Song of J. Morris Housecat)



