It is so very heartening to read cat stories such as yours with Jakob. Quite obviously you are a splendid person with her values in order. Your true and wonderful tale made my evening on an otherwise very gloomy day. Myself, I would spend my last dime for the welfare of my beloved cats, and last go round I pretty nearly did that. (I'm up in years on a constrained fixed income. You know the drill.)

Green Grow The Rashes, O

Chorus
Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the kitties, O.
1.
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the kitties, O.
2.
The war'ly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
3.
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my kitty, O,
An' war'ly cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
4.
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the kitties, O.
5.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
An' then she made the kitties, O.

[I'm confident that Robert Burns would approve my emendations!]