Hairball Of My Heart

I’m a crazy cat lady, yes it is true
I sift through litter and scoop out the poo
Buy them nice things, they don’t even care
X-ray my lungs and all you’ll see is cat hair
So many scars from scratches and bites
From breaking up all their crazy ass fights
Don’t need no fancy beds, just give them a box
No feathers toys or mousies, rather play with socks
Wake you in the morning by pawing your face
These furry bastards have no concept of personal space
They run between your feet trying to make you fall
Decorate the inside of your shoes with a giant hairball
But nothing can beat when they lay on your lap and purr
Paw prints on your heart will stay with you forever

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