Gee, maybe it will never end....

HAS ANYBODY SEEN OUR CAT?
(T.W. Conner / James T. Powers,   1899)

I'm upset now, let me tell you why,
Our old cat sneaked away, upon the sly
My old Ma declares it is a sign that bad luck's coming,
and two to one it's mine!
I've been wond'ring who I am to blame for sneaking the bacon
and the brawn and the can of milk and beef steak pie,
When they're missing on a Sunday morn!

Every night, as soon as we're in bed,
All his old pals gather overhead;
Gently calling for him to come out
and play a game of leapfrog 'round the gutter of the spout.
In despair, I went to the police,
They told me not to feel so blue,
He might turn up in a penny mince pie or
With his wife, in a day or two!

Has anybody seen our cat?
Has anybody seen our cat?
He's got a bit o'black on the end of his tail
and the skin all off where he's been fighting.
Last Sunday morning we miss'd him from the mat:
- Puss, puss, puss, puss, meat, meat, meat!
Has anybody seen our cat?


And this recording has similarities, but it's not the same:

https://archive.org/details/BurtShepard-HasAnybodySeenOurCat1902