You Crazy Cat

Here I am looking at my cat,
He seems to think its very interesting, to listen to,
The music coming out of my ipod, he doesn't understand.
Where its coming from but yet, for some odd reason,

I now see him start to bob his head from side to side,
Like as if he was getting into the song,
I can't seem to understand this,
This cat drives me bonkers with all the things he does.

He's smarter than most cats I know,
Irish even out smarts me and his punishments.
But yet here we are again, and I'm looking for my ipod,
He always seems to find it before I do.

Sometimes I wonder if he steals it, for himself,
To listen to, since he is fascinated with what comes out.
Its odd, to see my cat stare here at this ipod.

Sometimes I even hear him meow,
Like as if he was singing along with the song.
Then again, I have to shake my head at this cat,
Because he out smarts me, its a wonder he hasn't figured,
Out how to actually talk yet,

Because if he did, his attitude, and his narcissistic ways,
Would only be come worse, and that way would be with words.
He already does all these horrible things, but out smartest us all.
This cat seems like he's such the king of the world, he has his little,
Girlfriends now helping him out.

He sneaks out into the night, to do god knows what.
I wonder if he sneak off with my ipod, and to listen to it,
To torture me, just because I punished him.
He knows how much I like music, and I think he does to,

Since he has this odd infatuation with my ipod, and the sounds,
That come out of it, I can't figure this cat out.
He always seems to out smart me, in every way.
Could someone please save me from the cat, that looks like,

He's out to get world domination, or just out for pure revenge on me,
But, I wouldn't know why he out smarts every thing we try to punish him with.
Right at this moment I think I can give up my ipod and let him,
Be this nice kitty I know he can be, and not this evil narcissistic one we know twenty-four - seven