Who said that if a cat is —
Then she must, without fail,
Lap her milk up from a saucer,
Be lazy and self-important, too?
To strike the little mice with terror,
So they're afraid to venture out,
Day and night they sit in their holes,
Shedding bitter tears of doubt.
Who said that if a cat is —
Then the sparrow is frightened too,
And the other birds as well:
What a terrible, wild beast!
Swipe the bologna from the kitchen,
Shred the sofa once again,
Chase the fly with all your might
And cause a glorious ruckus.
Yes, some cats are like that,
But our Muffin is a little one,
Very kind and innocent,
Wouldn't hurt even a mouse!
He won't bother even the birds
Or tear the curtains down,
He would surely be surprised:
«Why would anyone act so rowdy?»
He's a well-mannered kitten:
He plays catch with a puppy.
Milk, alas, he doesn't like,
He eats meatballs and bagels.
He wouldn't hurt even a fly,
He has friends all around,
All those rumours about cats —
I'm telling you, they're not true.
Who said that if a cat is —
Then surely she's a wild beast!
Give her a home and a bowl,
She'll be the best friend, believe me!
Well, if he gets up to mischief,
It's only out of love,
He's so jealous of your work
And misses you so much!
