“Black Is the Color (of My Cat’s Fur)” (parody “Black Is the Color”)
by Marc Gunn, Bard 6/30/2004

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers

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 like the finest myrrh
She has kindest 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.

Background

A Celtic love ballad based on the Celtic folk song “Black Is the Color” for my Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers CD… or is it? One thing I love about this project is following the theme of the songs I’m parodying. This, like the original, turns from a simple love ballad into a lament for the lost. And in this case, it’s the poor cats lost to legislation that allows states like Texas to kill cats in over-populated regions.