If my cat could open the front door,
A lion he would be, roaming his savanah, stalking prey
If my cat could speak,
The words of wisdom would pour from his jaw,
sage advice and secrets galore.
If my cat could open the fridge door.
He would in heaven be,
a gourmand in a tatty fur coat.
If my cat could empty his own litter box .....
I would be ever so grateful, ever, ever so grateful.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
If my cat could open the front door,
A lion he would be, roaming his savanah, stalking prey
If my cat could speak,
The words of wisdom would pour from his jaw,
sage advice and secrets galore.
If my cat could open the fridge door.
He would in heaven be,
a gourmand in a tatty fur coat.
If my cat could empty his own litter box .....
I would be ever so grateful, ever, ever so grateful.
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