Unless a man gets in my bed
Like a lost kitten found, I'm fed
Then petted up and brushed and combed
I'll be an alley cat to roam
To work then back home again
Where even though I might pretend
I'm happy eating scraps out of your garbage can
It's only instinct, my survival plan
Because there's others leave me food out back
So I won't starve while I attack
With hissing, growling, running away
Into the darkness of the night to sleep all day
I see better than you when blackness falls
I hunt at home until the calls
Sent out for me to bite off the head
Of the rodent you live with until that rat's dead.