Los tejados se han quedado sin gatos

Narrator / Storyteller: (Spoken warmly, like an old theater introduction) Oh... it's quiet. Far too quiet. (Singing with clear theatrical diction) The slate is slick with a midnight dew, The chimney pots are standing in a queue. But the iron ledges, usually alive with fur, Have lost the rhythm of the velvet purr. [Chorus - The Core Theme] (The arrangement blossoms. Lush strings swell, and a French horn enters with a nostalgic echo) For the rooftops have run out of cats tonight, The moon is leaking cold and hollow light. A mystery etched in shingle and in tar... Where did they go? Did they follow a star? Yes, the rooftops have run out of cats tonight. [Act II: The Animation Cue] (The music shifts into a more playful, whimsical tempo. Perfect for the animated characters or shadows to move on screen) Where is the alley king with the torn-up ear? Where is the calico who knew no fear? No shadow leaps from the brick to the wire, No glowing eyes by the old hearth fire. The weather vanes spin in an empty breeze, Looking down at the silent, abandoned trees. (The music suddenly swells to a dramatic, curious peak) Did they catch a train to a secret shore? Or did they find a magical attic door? [Chorus - Grand Finale] (Full cinematic orchestra. The vocals become powerful, holding broad, expressive notes with a classic theater vibrato) Oh, the rooftops have run out of cats tonight! Leaving the chimneys to face the height. The tiles are bare, the gutters are clean, The strangest midnight this city has seen. [Outro] (The orchestra fades back into the solitary piano. A soft, lingering note) Not a single whisker... Not a single stray. The rooftops are sleeping... Till they find their way. (A final, quiet chord resolves in the dark)