The cat

Not for Richie, not for Blair He's just called Lionel so there He digs his claws wherever he can sometimes carpet, sometimes man I'm the man Fur like snow if snow was black Eyes like the sun... if the sun... was black We're two bezzies who like to spoon but sometimes death can't come too soon For he wakes me up in the morning Can't he see that I'm yawning? Because I'm tired so shut up meowing Attacks my feets under the sheets Eff off I say I've no time to play Almost destroyed my chair with his razor sharp claws I comb his hair and massage his tiny, cute paws He really, really likes to eat but very rarely drinks He walks around naked, doesn't care what anyone thinks