GRANDMOTHER'S CAT
(Parody of Grandfather's Clock)
Written by Harry Hunter (C1880)

My grandmother's cat was too large for the shelf
So he slept twenty years on the floor
More artful by half than the old girl herself
He was constantly meowing for more
He was nursed from the morn of the day that he was born
And was always her treasure and pride
And he caught mice, always on the hop
Till the old boy died

CHORUS
Twenty years without slumbering, puss, puss, puss [puss missing here?]
Their life seconds numbering, puss, puss, puss
But he stopped short, never to mouse again
Till the old boy died

A song with no conceivable merit (like many here?), so I have only transcribed the first verse
If you want the rest, it is in the Bodleian Ballad Library here: Grandmother's cat

NHJ