Let me tell about Flo Sisterless sister Brotherless mother Firebrand lover Balled-up energy Caterwaul wife Flo, you see right Is no blunt-edged knife
She’ll give you her last Stand up and be counted She calls how she sees it Flo sees right through it First in the morning Last down at night If you’re up for a battle Flo’s all out to fight
You keep Flo close Keep her close to your back Take a breath, drop your guard She’s already attacked Sweet menace of mind Lighting evenings with laughter Flo burns your night Brings the dancing tongue
Now you know Flo See her tenor, her gravity Your eyes now clear to her Threat and gentility When you feel her breath Some dark quarter drunk sweetly Keep your wits sharp Check your tongue for stupidity
You crazy puss
Where in our world did
You peruse yo’ Cat-Blues?
How does this noise you make
Grow to crescendo?
What pictures appear on those eyes
that so freak you?
You mad feline
Give us a clue
that might quieten your mind…
Whistling winds that carry and blur
Darken the hell
of your crazy cat purr
So yell if you need to
you banshee of night
Though we don’t understand
we won’t still your disquiet!
This is not a nose-dive over the much coveted pussy-cat-cliff; that space on the web for all you freaking catpic sharers, all of you! (seriously, sometimes I try to use this internet and all it throws up are pussy, porn and preaching!). This is an ode to a greatly admired cat, who through some surreal way, was able to scare the living chips out of any who ever heard her.
She died a long time ago and the recording below – testament to her howl – was made in 2002.
You feline fanatics online, might also enjoy Ode to Smokey #nomorepussy