They muck you up, these stuck-up cats. You may not think so but it’s true. They come and sit upon your lap When there are other things to do. You wait upon them, hand and foot, And in return get fleas and lice, Their hairs collect upon your suit, They bring you chewed-up heads of mice. Cats hand on misery to man. It gathers in the litter tray. So get up quickly while you can Before the cat climbs back to stay.
