I am a little tired,
I am worn out and weary and admired,
admired by the cat,
that upon the table is sat,
waiting for me patiently to feed it,
as in and out of consciousness and my nap I do slip,
but aware of you quickly out of it I do snap,
oh, cat,
oh, cat,
what a life you lead,
a life as uncomplex as can be,
a life so wild and free,
oh, cat, how glad I am that you are here, at home with me,
and my home is your home,
and there is no need to bring mice or birds home for tea,
and you, you are good company for me,
oh, cat, what a beautiful and wonderful creature you are,
and wherever you roam at day or night,
there is no need to worry,
because my home is your home and it will always be,
and there is no doubt about that,
and now, oh, cat,
it looks like it is tuna for you for tea,
and me, I will sit by the fireside,
as the flames burn brightly with a glass of wine in my hand,
if you wish to come and sit upon my lap and join me?
Oh, cat,
oh, cat,
how I love thee.
