He was a rock and roll cat.
He loved to sing Elvis songs on the carpet mat.
He sang so pretty.
Sweetest meow in the city.
One day he will be in the grown kitty hall of fame.
Guitar Cat will be his name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strumming those strings with his claws no need for a pick, with those paws! He must've been one of those kittens whose owner trained him to speak in multi-syllables. Wonder if his favourite song is 'Hound dog' ....