My cat is so proud
That she doesn’t catch a mouse,
The crown so troubles her
That she cannot jump at all.
But she very likes her Whiskas
And especially she purrs
When you put a piece of salmon
In the mouth of hers.
My cat is so proud —
This is not the fairy tale —
That she licks her favored sour cream
Only if her own slave
In the better evening gown
On the knees and with a pray
Puts it on the porcelain saucer
With a beautiful golden rim.
She is very sad without me
And alone she cannot play,
Every day a hundred minutes
I spend for her to entertain.
This ancient queen of ancient worlds
Considers her the best of all!
Has anybody seen the same?
And has accepted these rules of the game?