Kitties in the morn
Always in rare form
Into my room they storm
And from sound sleep I'm torn.
They just won't leave me alone
'Lessen out the window thrown.
It's how I start each morn.

Critters bring in my abode.
Chipmunks, birdies, mice and toads.
They don't intend to slay,
But merely want to play.
To convince them I have tried
To keep those things outside.
The influx hasn't slowed.

Spoil 'em rotten does my man
Feeds 'em wet food from a can.
Kitties have the upper hand,
Gives in to their demands.
On him they can depend
That to their will he'll bend.
Spoi-led rotten, man!

Kitties on the roam
Wreaking havoc in my home.
Pee in stove burners go
Up on my carpet throw.
To claw furniture they're prone
So why do I condone.
Kitties in my home?

Though they make my home
Look a battle zone.
Fond of them I've grown
Never feel alone
By four of them owned.