I know I'm really beautiful,
I guess that's why I do these things.
I like to tangle up my master's pearls,
And sometimes be plain mean.

Cats are suppose to rule the house,
That's why I have my way of things.
I have nine lives you know,
This kind of makes me queen.

I sit and watch sometimes,
While my master cooks,
And if she doesn't like my company,
She gives me that strange look.

If only she would give me,
A collar of my own,
I would leave her pearls and ear rings,
For my collar full of stones.

Well it's time to unroll the bathroom paper,
And scatter through the house.
Sometimes that's what I do when bored,
We never have a mouse.

I like to climb to the highest places,
So I can see it all.
Nothing can get by me,
When sitting up that tall.

I'd like to go outside and catch that bird,
That teases me each morn,
He knows I can't come out,
That aggravates me more.

Well ..someday I'll catch that door open,
And I will go outside.
I'll climb that old oak tree,
And he'll wish I'd stayed inside.

Faye Reyenga © 5 / 24 / 2008
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