Well, my cat, who is an ordained Pope (really!), sang the following
song real early this morning to the other apartments in my complex:
Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ...
Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ...
Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ...
Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ...
Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ...
Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ... Muh-Raow ...
All iterations were nearly identical, so I think there was a song involved.
My guess at a translation is:
The humans are asleep and I am king
There is none as mighty as I
Baby woodchucks, yer dead once I figure out the door
I like eating grass though it makes me vomit
My Langerhans are weak but my bladder is strong
Oh, Sweet Pee, oh won't you come from me
That damn Heathcliff is just a stupid piker
Where the hell is that can opener
The Primary Slave is awake
I must project my mind control rays
Oh, now I understand the hidden variables
Watch out for bluejays if you know what's good for you
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Muh-Raow