kitty cat meow meow blues
I spot you at the usual place
I approach with caution, with caution and a tempered heart, with caution.
Are you growling? Are you purring?
I can't make a single word of what you say
Though I listen so intently like its the only sound in the world
And you cozy up by my leg for a while
And you let me feel your fur
Your prim and proper fur
And you let me mess up your fur
Because you lick yourself clean and brush your own fur
Someone must love you very much
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