Not My Style

I'm cosy and warm curled up in my bed Don't think I will move for a while The wind is howling and it's lashing outside Getting cold and wets not my style I'll just turn over and close my eyes And catch a fews zzz while I can I have nothing important planned for today And it's not the weather to try for a tan I wonder how long before I'm disturbed By a barking dog or the slam if a door Maybe if I try and cover my ears It will drown out the sounds even more I can feel the heat from the radiator Penetrate the fur on my bed I love that my humans have spoilt me Oh, I'm a cat or hadn't I said