Parker was a lady
She always crossed her legs
And as the pretty sister
She never had to beg
She got the softest pillows
She had the freshest treats
And when it came to purring
She had her sister beat
Parker was a sweet girl
With fur between her toes
There never was a kitty
As cute as her in bows
Posie was a tomboy
She never combed her hair
Her voice was deep and husky
A cat? More like a bear!
Her fur was always messy
She was known to act bazaar
She loved to roll around
When I was playing my guitar
Posie was a sweet girl too
She had a nice long life
Both she and Parker taught me
Black cats are just divine