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My old black cat passed away this morning. He never knew what a hard day was Woke up late and danced on tin roofs If questioned "Why?" - answered, "Just Because" He never spoke much, preferrring silence: 8 lost lives was all he had. Occasionally sneaked some summer dinner He wasn't good and wasn't bad. My old black cat wasn't much of a looker. You could pass him by - just a quiet shadow. Got pushed around by all the other little guys. Didn't seem to mind much - just the way life goes. Padded about in furry slippers. Didn't make any special friends. He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence, Recieving gladly what the good Lord sends. Forgot to give his Christmas present. Black cat collar, nice and new. Thought he'd make it through to New Year. I guess this song will have to do. My old black cat... Old black cat... From Letras Mania