Setting of a poem by fellow cat-lover Paul Maertens. The cat goes hunting in the fog but he is distracted by a beautiful female cat and his prey escapes.

The sound sample is my original performance.

The words are as follows (English version shown below)

Comme il avait coutume, le chevalier de Chattevois chassait dans le brouillard épais les craquements inquiets que débusquait le vent.

Hors soudain la caresse bondissante d'un ruisseau cristalin lui barra le chemin Sur une haute branche un rossignol chantait et dans l'arbre il s'apprêtait à grimper. quand le vent parfumé dérouta son embûche

Dans sa robe blanche la belle promenait plus belle que le jour Ses grands yeux félins semblaient s'abreuver et dans l'eau troublante se noyaient aveuglés Elle semblait flotter quand l'eau vibrante disloqua ses contours.

Notre héros trébucha Vers le brouillard épais le rossignol vola Sans laisser gente plume le rossignol vola De Chattevoix chatte a vu et distrait a trahi son embûche!

English version by D W Solomons

As was his custom every day Sir Purrsifal would go hunting in the thick fog investigating worried creaking sounds flushed out by the wind.

Suddenly the leaping kisses of a crystal river barred his way. On a high branch a nightingale sang and our knight prepared to climb but his hunt was thrown by a sweet smell.

In her coat of white she passed by lovelier than the day Her large feline eyes seemed to drink of the ruffled waters and drowned him in utter blindness She seemed to float as the moving waters changed her very shape.

Our hero stumbled The nightingale flew into the fog and left not a plume behind. Sir Purrsifal, distracted by his love, could surely hunt no more!