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
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