Waking up in mornings,
After only four hours' sleep,
A bundle of fur on the bed,
A kitten in a heap.
When the other cats get up,
And move about the house,
The smells of breakfast waft right up:
Smells like fresh-caught mouse.
But this little cat doesn't want it,
All she wants is bed!
So she buries her nose back into sheets,
And falls asleep instead.
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As I just wake up. My hair a blown-up mess. I must get to my feet. And actually get dresses. But I can't, you see. I have a purring kitty cat. Drooling all over me. And blanketing me with his fat.
The cat walked slow. Wanting to put on a show. The cat had that glow. The cat loved to sleep. Just to fall in the deep. A place in it't mind to keep. The cat had a home. But it lived alone.
The sun was slowly rising, As a new day graced the air, Opussia was radiant, With tender loving care.
Why am I up so early On a Saturday morn. Why am I up this early At the fecking crack of dawn. I'll tell you why, my sweet I've had claws at my feet.
Saturday, or Caturday As it's known in my house. Caturday morning I'll be sleeping quiet as a mouse.
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