Original subtitles

PELICAN CROSSING BEEPS

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

MAN: Oh!

SOFT SNORING

MAN SNEEZES

SNORING RESUMES

Miaow?

Purr!

MAN CHUCKLES

HE STRAINS

Ah.

HE STRUMS

OUT-OF-TUNE NOTE

IN-TUNE: # Miaow, miaow, miaow

# Miaow. #

Tabby McTat was a busker's cat

with a miaow that was loud and strong.

# Miaow. #

The two of them sang of this and that,

and people threw coins in the old checked hat,

and this was their favourite song.

# Me, you and the old guitar Miaow, miaow, miaow, miaow

# How perfectly, perfectly happy we are

# Me, you and the old guitar Miaow, miaow, miaow, miaow

# How perfectly happy we are Miaow... #

Purrr.

# Miaow, miaow, miaow

# How perfectly happy we are. #

Miaow?

MAN LAUGHS

Miaow?

There you are.

FLY BUZZES

One morning, while Fred ate some bacon and bread,

McTat took a stroll round the block.

Then stopped - for there on a doormat sat

a gorgeously glossy and green-eyed cat.

She was black, with one snowy white sock.

FLY KEEPS BUZZING

SOCK PURRS

Sock and McTat had a cat to cat chat.

And that's how their story began.

For while they were chatting of this and of that,

a thief had his eye on the old checked hat.

He eyed it.

He snatched it.

He ran!

THEY GASP

HE GROANS

I saw the whole chase.

He tripped on a lace, and crash! In a flash, he was down.

He's broken his leg and he's banged his head.

And he ended up in a hospital bed

in a far away part of town.

SIREN WAILS

SIREN CONTINUES

GUITAR NOTES TWANG

"Goodbye." McTat said.

"I must get back to Fred."

DOG BARKS

But where had the busker gone?

Miaow?

THUNDER RUMBLES

PASSERS-BY LAUGH

The sun went down and the sky grew black.

The stars came out.

But he didn't come back.

McTat lingered on and on.

Miaow!

DOG BARKS NEARBY

A week later, Sock took a stroll round the block.

Miaow? Hmm?

And found her new friend looking thin.

"He's gone off and left me."

Said Tabby McTat.

Then Sock said...

"My people, Prunella and Pat,

"would gladly find room for a fine tabby cat."

SOCK YAWNS

Miaow?

Oh!

Poor darling.

We must take him in!

Next morning, old Fred left his hospital bed

and found his way back to the square.

But a brass band stood where the pair once sat.

And the band played this...

BAND PLAY A LIVELY TUNE

..and the band played that...

..and Fred looked all round for his loud-miaowed cat.

But Tabby McTat wasn't there!

BAND FINISH CROWD APPLAUD AND CHEER

# Me, you... #

PIGEON COOS

FRED SIGHS

Now McTat had a wife and a very full life

with plenty of things to do.

Ooh!

Like washing Prunella and pouncing on Pat.

Oh! Miaow.

And hiding the car keys under the mat!

Miaow!

And keeping the newspapers nice and flat.

And giving the pens an occasional bat.

PAT LAUGHS

And nibbling this...

..and nibbling that.

Oh!

But he dreamed of his friend with the old checked hat,

and always woke up with a...

Miaow!

And often he said...

"What's happened to Fred?"

And his paws took him back to the square.

PEOPLE CLAP AND CHEER

But a conjuror stood where the pair once sat.

And he pulled out this,

and he pulled out that.

And people threw coins in the tall black hat,

but the busker was never there.

WOMAN LAUGHS

One morning Sock said...

"Look under the bed and see the three kittens I've had."

Soames looks like this,

and Susan like that.

And our littlest kitten... Miaow!

TABBY AND SOCK LAUGH

..called Samuel Sprat, looks exactly the same as his dad.

Mew!

KITTENS SNORE

The three kittens grew and they learned how to... Mew!

And McTat sometimes sang them his song.

# Miaow, miaow, miaow... #

Samuel Sprat, with his tabby grey fur,

has a deafening miaow and a very loud purr.

And he simply loved singing along.

# Me, you and the old guitar

# How perfectly, perfectly happy we are

# Me...

# You!

# And the old guitar

# How perfectly happy we are. #

THEY ALL PURR

When Susan and Soames found very good homes,

their parents were happy and proud.

There was one home like this,

and another like that.

COCKEREL CROWS

But nobody wanted poor Samuel Sprat.

They all said his voice is too loud.

Miaow!

Now, Tabby McTat was a home-loving cat,

but he couldn't stop dreaming of Fred.

And one day, he called for his wife and his son.

And he told them...

"There's something that has to be done.

"I must go and find him..."

..he said.

So up and down and all over town,

he wandered a whole week long.

For many a morning and afternoon,

by the light of the sun and the light of the moon.

GUITAR PLAYS NEARBY

Till he heard a familiar song.

# Just me and the old guitar

# If I had a cat I'd be happier far

# Just me...and the old guitar

# With my cat I'd be happier far. #

Miaow!

HE GASPS

Miaow!

TABBY PURRS

It's Tabby McTat!

HE LAUGHS

It's my long lost cat!

Old Fred was ecstatically glad.

The two of them sang of this and that,

and people threw coins in the new checked hat.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Miaow.

Psst!

HE YAWNS

But why did McTat feel sad?

He was missing his wife and his comfortable life

and the dozens of things to do.

Like washing Prunella,

and pouncing on Pat

and hiding the car keys under the mat.

Ahem!

And keeping the newspapers nice and flat,

and giving the pens an occasional bat.

But how could he tell the busker that?

Miaow.

Huh?

Oh.

Miaow!

DOORBELL

DOOR OPENS

Miaow.

Aw.

Oh!

HE CHUCKLES

INAUDIBLE SPEECH

Miaow.

Then out from a shadow sprang Samuel Sprat.

Oh, please let ME be the busker's cat!

He said with his deafening... Mew!

Oh!

SAMUEL SPRAT PURRS

Oh!

HE CHUCKLES

PIGEONS COO

Miaow!

Now Samuel Sprat is the busker's cat,

with a miaow that is loud and strong.

# Miaow, miaow, miaow... #

The two of them sing of this and that...

Though Samuel sings just a little bit flat.

And people throw coins in the old checked hat.

And this is their favourite song.

# Me, you and the old guitar Miaow, miaow, miaow, miaow

# How perfectly, perfectly happy we are

# Me, you and the old guitar Miaow, miaow, miaow, miaow

# How perfectly happy we are Miaow, miaow, miaow

# Me, you and the old guitar Miaow, miaow, miaow, miaow

# How perfectly, perfectly happy we are

# Me, you and the old guitar Miaow, miaow, miaow

# How perfectly happy we are Miaow, miaow, miaow. #

APPLAUSE