some cats are evil,
some are not.
some cats are angels,
some are not.
some try to push your buttons,
some are successful,
some try to spill your drinks,
yet they never feel regretful.
but my cat is a god,
he sits on my keyboard,
though were like two peas in a pod!
he ignores when I call his name,
and he scratches if you touch his belly,
but who am I to blame?
if someone touched my belly id definitely do the same.
he brings in dead birds and mice,
and sets them by my feet with his sharp monstrous teeth.
however, I think this is rather nice.
"a gift for me? my lord, I've been blessed."
the devil is his god, and he is my own,
but don't be concerned.
at least he gets me off my phone,
so I can feed him his food well earned.
so you see my cat is a god,
though he may not seem it.
he's been with me through thick and thin the poor sod,
he saved me, and I owe my life to the little shit.
