Black Is the Color (Of My Cat’s Fur) Marc Gunn

Black is the color of my cat’s fur
Her whiskers are like the finest myrrh
She has the kindest eyes and the gentlest paws
I love the ground whereon they fall

I love my cat, and well, she knows
I love the nails, I clip from her toes
At the end of the day, I come home to her
Craddled in my arms, I massage her neck. She purrs

Black is the color of my cat’s fur
Her whiskers are likе the finest myrrh
She has kindеst eyes and the gentlest paws
I love the ground whereon they fall

I’ll go to the pound, and I’ll mourn and weep
Till the stray kill laws, they no more will keep
(I’ll) Write Congress this letter beg them to spare cat lives
I’ll ask you to share this songs a thousand times

Black is the color of my cat’s fur
Her whiskers are like the finest myrrh
She has kindest eyes and the gentlest paws
I love the ground whereon they fall