Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa.

Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals and CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.

The lyrics for the song are adapted from a poem I wrote in 2017 when we had nine cats:

We enter the age of Aquarius
Clawing at the cuffs of Heaven
Fluorine feline in the household
A clowder of kitties
Infested

Novem gatti
Fruits of the Spirit
Nine worthies, three of each 
But who can say which
Pagans, Christians, Jews?

All piled together
Napping nonagon de gnari
Like the symphonies of Beethoven
Each plays their way
Into our hearts

A naping nonagon de gnari. CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.

The poem is all about Nine:
Nine is said to be lucky in Aquarius, and nine is believed to symbolize divine completeness. Fluorine is the atomic number nine, a clowder is a group of cats, and there are nine fruits of the Spirit. Jacques de Longuyon wrote “Voeux du Paon”, a popular 14th-century romance, where he introduced the “Nine Worthies”— three Pagans, three Christians, and three Jews: Hector, Alexander the Great, and Julius Caesar; King Arthur, Charlemagne, and Godfrey of Bouillon; Joshua, David, and Judas Maccabeus — who were historical, legendary and scriptural figures that characterized the ideals of chivalry in the Middle Ages. A nonagon is a nine-sided polygon, and Beethoven wrote nine symphonies.

Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa.
By Timothy Price

[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi

[Verse 1]
As we enter
The Age of Aquarius
Clawing at
The cuffs of Heaven

A flock of feline
In the household
Or are they called
A clowder of cats?

[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi

[Verse 2]
Nove gatti
Fruits of the Spirit
Nine worthies
Three of each

But who can say
which they might be
Pagans, Christians
Or the Jews?

[Bridge]
All piled together
One atop the other
A naping nonagon de gnari
Or you can say
But say it with conviction
Nine cats napping
In a pile

[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi

[Outro]
Like nine
Symphonies
Roll over
Beethoven

Each plays
Their way
Into
Our hearts

Breakfast With Bowie

Pre-dawn

Pre-dawn to a fiery dawn to the moon over a lampost at dawn.

This is Bowie, Susan’s white cat with two different colored eyes. Bowie was in play mode, so I couldn’t get a close enough shot to clearly show the different colors in his eyes.

Quiet Eyes

Dawn

“Loki, it’s lookin’ into your quiet eyes – silent tears
Silent as the night you deserted me…”

“Have you been listening to Golden Earring again, Silver?” “Yeah! What about it, Loki?”

“You’re a creep! You’re a weirdo! What the hell are you doing here singing Golden Earring songs to me?”

Hmmm! What’s this dingle dongle dangling down before me?

GRRrrrrr!

And yet another cheese standoff.

Snowy Egret

Chewed on by a porcupine.

Canadian Geese @ dusk

No C or C, only C, and C

No clouds or contrails anywhere to be seen. What is one to do? What is one to do?

Jupiter and the crescent moon were in the Tangle Heart Tree.

Cranes

Coyote, Wile E., that is, was hanging out with us again.

Looks like il Paparazzo put out some cheez! Yeah! What are you going to do about it?

You gonna eat that pizza, Paparazzo?

C7@3

Dawn

I had a Cat 7 (seven cats piled on me) at 3:00 in the morning. Loki is under the covers, lying across my hips. That’s where he likes to sleep on me. See the Kitty Key for an accounting of cats.

Wile E. Coyote hanging out with us on the levee.

Cranes at dusk

Daddy Owl and Mama Owl were hanging out together.

Another great cheese stand-off.

The Tangle Heart Tree and Wile E on the levee.

Not much color on the Sandias tonight.

Afrerglow at dusk

Cold Moon Rising

Cold Moon rising through an anonymous tree yesterday.

Cold Moon and Orion with black lace trees when we got home after midnight.

Hey, Spunk. I’ve been watching Marble play with her tail for the past 20 minutes. She’s quite silly.

Hey, Paparazzo! What’s sillier is that you stood there watching Marble play with her tail for 20 minutes. Hahahahahaha! Stupid Paparazzo!

Loki: “Eye don’t think any of you are funny!”

Gwendolyn: “I don’t get it!”