She lays there like a big fooking prat
Wondering about this there and that;
She sits there like she's where it's at.
Get outta my way, you darned fecking cat.
And when she wonders around so smitten
Attacking those bright golden mittens.
If you stick your hand there she will have bitten.
The ol' lazy bloody yet confident kitten....
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