Just found another cat song in the Bodleian ballad library, but I don't think I should post it here, as the poor cats are shot at!

Title: Parody on The Slave Ship Printed by Such between 1863 and 1885 Bodley reference Harding B 11(2947)

Final verse is

Oh Daddies of England where'er you may be
No matter the quarter we all must agree
There's nothing to equal that horrible stave
Produced by cats when at midnight they rave
What a horrible bore to pay taxes and rent
For a house that by cats you are nearly mad sent
Each who kill but a cat I'll stand him a treat
If he calls at my Villa in Cat-eaton Street