I have never understood the appeal of "Friday Cat Blogging," but I'm also not much of a cat person. Don't worry. There will be no cat blogging here (at least not from me). But in the past few years a few readers have suggested (albeit in jest) a Sunday Cat Song Lyric. I don't know too many cat songs, but I do know the poems in T.S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats provided most of the lyrics for Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Cats." So here's a bit from Eliot's "The Ad-dressing of Cats."

So first, your memory I'll jog,
And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG.

Now Dogs pretend they like to fight;
They often bark, more seldom bite;
But yet a Dog is, on the whole,
What you would call a simple soul.
Of course I'm not including Pekes,
And such fantastic canine freaks.
The usual Dog about the Town
Is much inclined to play the clown,
And far from showing too much pride
Is frequently undignified.
He's very easily taken in -
Just chuck him underneath the chin
Or slap his back or shake his paw,
And he will gambol and guffaw.
He's such an easy-going lout,
He'll answer any hail or shout.

The rest of the poem is here.

Some feline friendly reader may note that the above selection is really about dogs, not cats. True enough, but I said I'm not a cat person.