I am Beatrice, not a girl but a boy, from hunters past - lions, jaguars, pumas, leopards, tigers, saber-tooth, and swimming cats.

Adopted by two furless, tailess, fangless, minus two legged human hunters- hunters never will they be-who took me in when I was just a wee.

I tolerate these hapless yahoos for they do the best they can to accommodate me.

And you try adapting to life with these two (roll eyes) geeze!

I am Beatrice, not a girl but a boy, from stories told:

Fierce, noble; courageous, majestic and demure. (pass the pigeon por favor!)

As a species we lived throughout history in Sicily, Spain, Egypt, New England, Salem, Glasgow, London & Paris,  & Africa.

And now I take up residence in Farmington, New Mexica!

I am Beatrice, not a girl but a boy, from stories told:

Fierce, noble; courageous, majestic and demure. (what are you looking at?!)

Prey tell, I bring dead mice to show them how easy it can be. But they never seem to grasp my art for pouncing, scratching, pawing and gnawing, as best as I can see.

Hunting is natural to me and cooking gives them a thrill. I place my fresh kill next to their pickled chicken on the grill. Do you think they will try to fry it up, oh no, they act so surprised (@&^*%$ oye vey). So I snatch my prey back and dine alone on my fine cuisine with catnip and dill. Yum!

I am Beatrice, not a girl but a boy, from stories told:

Fierce, noble; courageous, independent and demure. (I feel a hairball coming on?!)

I am Beatrice, not a girl but a boy, felis sylvestris catus, who loves Nepeta cataria, my beloved catnipitis!

I am Beatrice, not a girl but a boy, from hunters past - lions, jaguars, pumas, leopards, tigers, saber-tooth, and swimming cats.

II. SLUMBER

Uh, oh! oh no! Slippery, silky, sleezy, slow-eyed, sluggish,

drowsy sleepy-smile washing over me. Uh, oh! oh no!

Protect my kingdom and my turf from trespassers and things that bzz, chrp, grwl, brr, blp, sqsh, crr throughout the night!

Uh, oh! oh no! Slippery, silky, sleezy, slow-eyed, sluggish, drowsy dreamy-smile washing o—ver-- me.

Uh, oh! oh no! OH, YEAH  [go to sleep-snore]

III. My Neighborhood (calypso feel)

I’m de mayor of Lynwood Street (de, de, de). Migrated from de Serengeti (de, de, de) where all my food roams free (de, de, de).

[Now I dodge traffic, cars and trucks from being roadkill feed.Beep]

This is my territory, explore by day and hunt by night.

I’m de mayor of Lynwood. That’s right!

·        Prowl for strangers, chase Pomeranians. [woof, woof, woof]

·        Go for rides to Diary Queen, lick--ing my ice cream clean. [slup, slup]

·        Visit neighbor felines -- [see us recline- aren't we divine!]

[Like goldilocks, slip into homes, sleep on their beds and give them a shock.]

This is my territory, explore by day and hunt by night.

I’m de mayor of Lynwood. That’s right!___________________

I am Beatrice, not a girl but a boy, from hunters past - lions, jaguars, pumas, leopards, tigers, saber-tooth, and swimming cats.

Tttat! That’s that!  [sing/hum as you walk out with blanket]