You nap on top of a trash can Patiently waiting for the night An enigma in the world of man Born to kill and inclined to fight The last rays of the sun caress Your shining and pitch black fur Your inseparable battle dress And lover's suite you prefer You’ll soon fade in the dark And lazily head for the park Stealthing from shadow to shadow Carefully avoiding each font of light You spread fear whereever you go Nothing that escapes your sight You are a serial killer by nature A flawless murdering machine Likely to have me for dinner If your stature would’ve been Ten times larger than it is now Men like me would be your chow Since you are not, you’re feared by Basically anything smaller than you Whereever you appear creatures fly In panic, hoping to make it through The night that hides your presence By blending each color in to black But after the frenzies of violence You always leisurely amble back To this place you share with me Felix, my beloved little pedigree