Cat of Mine

Whiskey is my cat, he’s really great.

How we ended up together was up to fate.

Santa gave him to me about ten years ago.

I’ve had him ever since and never let go.

Although Whiskey sits around the house, just collecting dust,

He’ll viciously attack when he thinks it’s an absolute must.

Many people think that my parents are alcoholics because of our cat’s name,

But don’t be fooled, his long whiskers is where this feline’s title came.

Whiskey is getting tired, I hope he never goes.

It’ll be a sad day when this cat dies, it’ll be filled with boohoo’s and oh no’s!

And so now you know about my pet, I bet you think he’s fine.

He really is great, that cat of mine.