His name is Little Guy
And last Friday his brother died
He's lived with me for eleven years
And when I cry he licks off my tears

He has small crossed eyes and a ****** back
At twenty one pounds, he's too big to put in a pack
He's grey and white and wears it well
As for catnip, he loves the smell

He's raised kittens like a mother
carrying them around and keeping them together
Not bad for the tiny runt of the litter

And now we are closer than ever
With his brother gone, it's only clever
To get closer to this special one
And my heart? That, he has already won.