Generally,
I don't bother that much
As long as my day passes by
as I want
So I wake up round nounish
Scratch my back and several pieces of furniture
And while I ignore my boss
I try to extend my breakfast with our new goldfish

After this heroic task
I spend the rest of the day to the noble art
of sleeping
In which I am sadely enough mostly brutely awakend
by Odie, my retarded housemate

Being awake,
nothing more can stimulate me to leave my basket
than the prospect of eating
At this stage there's only one dish with whom I like to go on a date :
Lasagna

For true, if there is a God
He most be a cat lover
And Italian
In religious terms this dish is nothing less than
Heaven undercover
How else would you describe the perfect marriage
between thin slices of pasta combined with a wide variaty
of sauce, meat or fish ?

Generally,
I don't bother that much
I don't suffer of insomnia
Because mice are having a party
Or dogs are barking at the moon

Just don't mess with my lasagna