Puddytat
Hims a cute, him so sweet and pretty cat
Kitty kitty liver spots from over drinking
Hanging out down town at the local litter box
Whiskey sours and meows by the hour
He calls his children kittens
They look cute too in their little fur suits
Puddytat gets drunk as hell
Sharpened whiskers, claws and teeth come out
Tell a tale of something else
Appearances are everything in the alley
Guns and weapons are ready
Kitty kitty sports a small black marble
Where there once was an eye lost in a fight
A pirates patch covers the past as he goes by
Cat keeps the other eye out for murder
But only when he's sober
Nine lives and nine rounds of live ammo
Locked and loaded for battle
Never bring a knife to a cat fight
Cats fire at will when having fun
Using paws because they have no fingers
Not even one
Authors note: I thought I saw a puddy cat. You did...You did see a puddy cat!
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