Old Black Cat

My old black cat passed away this morning He never knew what a hard day was Woke up late and danced on tin roofs If questioned "Why?" – answered, "Just because." He never spoke much, preferring silence: Eight lost lives was all he had Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner He wasn't good and he wasn't bad My old black cat wasn't much of a looker You could pass him by – just a quiet shadow Got pushed around by all the other little guys Didn't seem to mind much – just the way life goes Padded about in furry slippers Didn't make any special friends He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends Forgot to give his Christmas present Black cat collar, nice and new Thought he'd make it through to New Year I guess this song will have to do My old black cat……… Old black cat…………