Cats on 13th Street

In the Cat's EyesOur master's the best, We usually don't let her rest. When we're hungry we cry, She jumps up with a sigh. There's food in our dishes, But it's not to our wishes. We like gravy and meat, And we know how to spell "e;treat"e;After we get all we desire We watch master (with coffee) retire. We'll nap for six hours, But we're always awake,Just try to sneak out, and a commotion we'll make.