Bhutta

This morning I heard Christine sing a few bars of a song I recognized as Pete Seegers ‘Get Up and Go,’ which I then found in my music collection and played for her. Twenty minutes later I was putting butter on an English muffin, and Max meowed up a storm.
Funny how inspiration is such a playful muse.
I’ve given him half & half and sometimes cheese, but the line has to be drawn somewhere.


Bhutta

Once he's had his first taste
  You can never go back,
The effect that it has
  Is much more worse than crack
And it’s name is one never we
  Ever should mutter
Because that’s what it’s like
  When the cat’s gets some butter

Anytime you’re not looking
  And when-ev’s he’s able
He will sneak ‘cross the floor
  Then he’ll climb on the table
To lick that salt and the cream,
  If you know what I mean,
Because that’s what it’s like
  When the cat’s hooked on butter

Now your kit will get fat
  And your cat won’t be fit,
It’s very unhealthy,
  There is no end to it,
But if he doesn’t get it
  He’ll meow up a fit,
Because that’s what it’s like
  When cat’s chronic for butter