#Caturday — Don Gato

When Daughter #4 was taking Spanish in school, she came home singing this song. Naturally, it got stuck in my head, where it remains to this very day. We sang the last verse very slowly. On the line beginning “Though his burial was slated” you pick up the tempo, and end with a happy rush. Then you shout, “Olé!!”  It’s way fun.

Don Gato
author unknown

Oh Senor Don Gato was a cat
On a high red roof Don Gato sat
He went there to read a letter,
Meow, meow, meow
Where the reading light was better,
Meow, meow, meow
‘Twas a love note for Don Gato

I adore you wrote the lady cat
Who was fluffy, white and nice and fat
There was not a sweeter kitty,
Meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city,
Meow, meow, meow
And she said she’d wed Don Gato

Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily
He fell off the roof and broke his knee
Broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
Meow, meow, meow
And his little solar plexus,
Meow, meow, meow
Ay Caramba cried Don Gato

Then the doctors all came on the run
Just to see if something could be done
And they held a consultation,
Meow, meow, meow
About how to save their patient,
Meow, meow, meow
How to save Senor Don Gato

But in spite of everything they tried
Poor Senor Don Gato up and died
And it wasn’t very merry,
Meow, meow, meow
Going to the cemetery,
Meow, meow, meow
For the ending of Don Gato

When the funeral passed the market square
Such a smell of fish was in the air
Though his burial was slated,
Meow, meow, meow
He became reanimated,
Meow, meow, meow
He came back to life, Don Gato

And, in case you don’t know the tune, here it is.

You’re welcome.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write a miraculous recovery scene.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “#Caturday — Don Gato

  1. Jane

    October 6, 2012 at 12:22pm

    Hi. I love Caturday!

    Remember T.H.E. Cat?
    Thomas Hewitt Edward Cat a handsome (thief?) who had his own half-hour show in the wild long-ago.

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      Marian Allen

      October 6, 2012 at 1:32pm

      I do remember! I didn’t like it much, as I recall, but I don’t remember why. Maybe he didn’t have a sidekick?

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