We have a Cat she may be like yours
She’s on top of the bed or asleep on the draws

She runs about, all over the house
She sits on my desk, she gets at my mouse

She climbs upon the bath room sink
She tells you when she wants a drink

She’ runs away and hides from folk
She taps our arm her head to stroke

She rubs herself around our feet
She tells us when she wants to eat

She looks up at us, inside the back door
She wants to go out, the yard to explore

She’s fussy as well, I’m sure I must say
She comes in the house and jumps in her tray

She’s awfully glad that I had to retire
She’s here on my knee, right by the gas fire