My Cats Are My Cats

my cats discover so much
but they are still fun, mate
it’s like they climb mountains every day
(but not the lazy one)
I feel its fur when I pat him
It’s warm like a volcano
(he must have sat in front of the heater)
I remember he ripped off a wooden bird’s head
(oh no trouble)
(they are so annoying, mate, help me)
they are fast like the flash
having the best time
they never look back

they are fun, mate
best around
they jump so don’t hate
because my cats are my cats