Oh Evander
So furry and tender
Your demands for breakfast
Are fucking relentless
The talons you grow
Ain't just for show
And I've got the scars to prove it
Quadrupedal shit machine
With your own latrine
You lay around all day
And have a lot to say
When the humans try to rest
You think it best
To see how many yowls you can emit
When I awake in the night
To find your eyes glowing bright
It gives me an eerie feeling
You're sitting there plotting
Of trying to see
If you can make a snack out of me
Unless the wet food you soon get
Still, for all that
You're a pretty decent cat
Now could you please
Stop catching fleas?
