That Kitty With The Mew Mew Sound

I’m little Lorens kitty,
And don’t you think I’m pretty?
He likes to squeeze and make me squeak,
And slobber on my hairy cheek.
Then Granpa helps to make me mew,
And pastes me here with stick on glue.
So I reckon now I’m stuck,
White cats surely have good luck.
Ma can’t sport a batch of ten.
So I have to stay with men.
But that’s nice with Loren here,
Neither one can go to sleep,
Day and night we’r counting sheep.
He mews to me I mew to him,
And Grandpa sings a by lo hymn.
It’s all right for porcelain cats,
As magicians pull from hats,
We’r all sizes here you know,
Reading glasses make us grow.
Grandpa holds it so I’m big,
Or a thingumajug,
With fuzz a ring around,
That pussy with the mew mew sound.
That’s the kitty that brings cheer.