My favourite Catty-poem

I'm still considering whether or not to go on this adventure, to the place called 'Sainsbury's' (see previous catty-blogpost). I worry about what Lulu said. I don't want curiousity to kill me :( ... but I do still want to know where my food comes from.

In times like this I turn to my favourite catty-poem, to inspire me;

Miaow Miaow,
Miaoww, Miaoww, Miaow,
Miaow Miaow,
Miaowww, Miaowww, Miaoww.

Miaowwwww, Miaow,
Miaow Miaow Miaow
Miaoww, Miaoww,
Miaowww, Miaow.

Miaow, Miaoww, Miaoww,
Miaowwwww, Miaow,
Miaow, Miaow, Miaow,
Miaowwww, Miaoww, Miaow.

Beautiful. It's not that long, but it's so powerful.

It was translated from French. Here is the original:

Mioux Mioux,
Miouxx, Miouxx, Mioux,
Mioux Mioux,
Miouxxx, Miouxxx, Miouxx.

Miouxxxxx, Mioux,
Mioux Mioux Mioux
Miouxx, Miouxx 
Miouxxx, Mioux.

Mioux, Miouxx, Miouxx,
Miouxxxxx, Mioux,
Mioux, Mioux, Mioux
Miouxxxx, Miouxx, Mioux.

I think the picture, below, sums it up beautifully: