The Demented Cat Game Marc Gunn

Come all ye young fellows and listen while I sing
For the love of a kitty cat is terrible thing
He'll banish your senses. You'll be prisoner to his pain
And he'll make you a part of the demented cat game

My name it is Marc Gunn, and I'm nearly thirty-three
My home is in Austin, where two cats live with me
Well I've known all my life that all cats are insane
Yet I still fell in love with the demented cat game

Thesе two cats of mine have terrorizеd me
My home is too small for their cat tyranny
But still Tiziano is greatly to blame
He meows and I melt in the demented cat game

I came in and saw Torre stretched out on his chair
His sleepy eyes saw me smile at his stare
His fine body stretched, then his tongue licked his mane
Contorting his neck in the demented cat game

It's nearly two years since these two cats moved in
The sofa's now covered with the scent of cat chin
Well I read about felines, and never wanted the same
Until I became part of the demented cat game

I lie in my bed and on me my cats lie
I see Torre legs bend he's ready to fly
He jumps on my tummy. I give thanks for the pain
And the explosive nature of the demented cat game