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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