The cat, on a chair

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‚ÄúCaturday is my kind of Saturday” Gun Roswell

The cat, on a chair

A cat, just came out of its own lair
An now, he is sitting, on someone else’s chair
Owning, everything, some may say, is not fair
But try to tell the cat that, and he’ll give you a really good scare

The cat, is the master
It will make you go faster
Than you had ever thought
Just to go get him some froth

Dare, at him for long enough to stare
You’ll find out, your eyes will forgo a big dare
Just accept, the fact, that you’re his property
And no one, has to walk away, angry