Oh to have the life of a cat ,
To leap around from this and that ,
To find a place no one has been ,
to see some things no one has seen ,
to find somewhere out of the way
where I could lie around all day .

Oh to have the life of a cat ,
to claw a post or scratch the mat ,
to prowl here there and everywhere ,
to lick my paws and groom my fur ,
to sit by the fire day and night ,
where no one asks if am I right .

Oh to have the life of a cat ,
To feel a gentle loving pat ,
to know how much somebody cares ,
to perfect all my meows and purrs ,
to push up next to those I love
where I’m not told to just push off . .
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Oh to have the life of a cat
To slip in and out of my flap ,
To know that I won’t be locked out ,
To check what lies around about
To climb up trees with catlike style ,
Where no one sees my cheesy smile .


By Paul McCann