I talk to my cat, I like that,
I feed him leftover hotel fish.
We live together, much better,
Than with any human I could wish.
And he talks a lot, just cat thoughts,
He has many he tells me.
I listen to them, they're all the same,
Meow meow meow in three.
Salmon and prawns, and then he yawns,
He likes to sleep quite a bit.
Then he goes out, swagger and clout,
In the shade he likes to shit.
His life is good, he has plenty of food,
He's going to die happy and fat.
Don't know about me, mine is sort of scary,
I'll die a pauper without a hat.
