I'll Tell My Cat
(Marc Gunn words/music)

I'll tell my cat when I come home,
"Leave the furniture alone."
She tore my sheets and shred my couch.
I'm tired of coming home a grouch.

But she is loving. She is pretty.
And I am so whipped by my kitty.
Her claws catch my sleeve, rips 1, 2, 3
Please won't you leave the curtains be.

I tell her each morning that I love her.
But my shoes need laces
so please don't chew 'em.
She mews real sweet then knocks over a candle
Now she's gnawing on my sandles.

Out of the bathroom she struts quite bold,
A roll of toilet paper clung to her toe.
I really wonder if I will kill her
When her mouth has feathers from my pillow.

Let the thunder storms crash all night long
She'll be too scared to rend my thong.
She may be shivering from fright,
But at least this weekend I'll have my tights.

I bought her a scratch post of her own.
So she'll leave my living room alone.
But I come home to see only fluff and filling
If she hadn't just meowed, there'd be a killin'.

She is loving. She is pretty.
And I am so whipped by my kitty.
Her claws catch my sleeve, rips 1, 2, 3

I never liked those curtains anyway.

(©Marc Gunn)
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This songs is a joyful look at the playful and sometimes distructive,
but always sweet nature of cats.
Look for it on Marc's CD
Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.. Mr.Marc Gunn.