
I often wonder how life would be
if I were a cat, spirited and free

I think I'd chase rodents and bugs
and scratch up a few rugs

I'd sleep on top of your head
and bring you presents that are dead

I'd climb on top of your shelves
and go where no person delves

I wouldn't make a noise
I'd pounce on you when you least expect
(really, it's not anger, but out of respect)
After an hour of play
I'd check out my tray

then meow that you're rude
for not supplying me with gourmet cuisine
as part of your routine

I'd climb onto MY pillow, the one where I shed
I'd snuggle with you and purr in your ear
Pay attention to me... to me! I'm here!

So another day has gone by and you're happy I bet
because you know you're my favorite pet