My dear friends,
What a year this past year has been. Not only have I been declared stable-enough-to-be-adoptable, but now I’m even going to be going off of Prozac! I’ve been such a tough guy for so long, beating down any challenge (or, let’s be honest – any maybe, possibly, potentially, sort-of perceived challenge) from other cats that it’s taking me a while to get used to the newer, nicer me. I’m a bit at a loss.
I know I’ll get used to being an official cuddlebug. It’s been nice to find that lap time can be bonding time with a person, not merely the acquisition of a dominant position from which to survey my realm. And hugs aren’t such a threat after all. But I think it’s important that we take a moment in honor of my dear, departed mojo.
“The Mean Is Gone”
The mean is gone
The mean is gone away
The mean is gone baby
The mean is gone away
I know I done cats wrong baby
And I am sorry in a way
The mean is gone
It’s gone away from me
The mean is gone baby
The mean is gone away from me
Although, I’ll still rule on
Without Prozac I’ll be
The mean is gone
It’s gone away for good
The mean is gone baby
It’s gone away for good
These days I feel so, so open armed baby
Just like I know a good cat should
You know I’m free, free now baby
I’m free from that spell
Oh I’m free, free, free now
I’m free from that spell
And now that it’s all over
All I can do is cuddle well
Now, to be clear, don’t be expecting me to break out singing Kum Ba Yah any time soon. But if you wanted to stop by to give me a scritch and a snuggle, I would totally be up for that!
Love to you,
Boots
PS: Be it known that I actually penned this tune before learning of the passing of the great B.B. King last night. I sing it in his memory.