A smile crosses your face
as I cuddle up next to you
and my gentle purr starts to stir
with your favorite thing to do.
I stay a while and make you think
that I love this closeness too
but really I was just cold
and you were the nearest fool.
A smile crosses your face
as I cuddle up next to you
and my gentle purr starts to stir
with your favorite thing to do.
I stay a while and make you think
that I love this closeness too
but really I was just cold
and you were the nearest fool.
This year I will not scratch,
this year I will not bite,
this year I will not meow
and keep my girl up all night.
This year I will be good
and lose that pesky pound
I will not beg for fish
and I will run all around.
This year…
who am I kitten?
I will still scratch
and I will still bite
but I promise only
when you deserve the fight.
And that pesky pound
can stay or go,
but the fish shall stay,
this I know.
The guy in red
needs to bring a treat
if he hopes for peace
if ever we should meet.
No man will come to my house
whether he bears gifts or not
and sneak down my chimney
like a common thief to be shot.
So the only thing to stop you,
from meeting my claws,
would be to bring a fish,
choose well, Santa Claus.
Blue jays flitter and flutter
just outside my reach
but the snow is falling fast
and there is no way to breach
this glass that stands between
my frozen dinner and me.
So, my warm bed beckons
and that’s exactly where I’ll go
until those birds dry off
and get out of the frigid snow.
My blanket will be pulled high,
warmth is the key.
I’m only one scratch away
I’ll be there to make you pay
Lucifer got nothin’ on me
I’m only one scratch away.
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You can’t feel your face when you’re with me
but you love it, but you love it,
You can’t feel your face when you’re with me
but you love it, but you love it.
–
I love eating feathers
in a beautiful world
and I know I am special
I’m so fuckin’ special
’cause I’m a cat, I’m a feline
what the hell are you doing here?
you don’t belong here.
–
Santa baby, slip a fishy under the tree, for me
I’ve been a good awful girl, Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
These people are so cruel,
can you believe what they’ve done?
They made me get my own water
instead of lay in the sun.
Good servants are hard to find
and they have made it quite clear
that a harsh paw is needed
with punishment most severe.
Will it be one scratch or two
or perhaps just an evil glare?
I think actions speak louder
than this ice-cold stare.
Next time I say to bring me a drink
these people will surely comply
when they remember this moment
and that the stakes are so high.
I hear the people talking,
saying the season has arrived
for giving gifts and gaiety
which has be quite surprised.
This gets my whiskers twitching
since to me it is quite clear
that gifts are always welcome,
but put away all that cheer!
Why would you ever bake
blackbirds in a pie
when plucked right from nature
is still a taste for which to die?
Four and twenty seems too much,
at least for one cat to try.
These humans have it wrong,
would you believe how much they lie?
And then to think these birds
could strut about and fly?
It sounds a recipe for disaster
that takes off to the sky.
The lesson to be learned
is never to trust the guy
who takes all his recipes
straight from a nursery rhyme.
I did not vote for Trump
and I did not vote for Hillary;
emails or not, I wasn’t with her
or worried about where the wall will be.
The only thing I needed to know
about any candidate in the race
is how they plan to feed me fish
and give me many mice to chase.
You tell me to come
so I stay
you tell me to go
so I stay.
Do I look like a dog
who will answer your call?
You should know by now
cats don’t answer at all.
Well okay, I take that back
there is one word we speak;
crack open that bag
and give me a treat.