From boogie mats to tuna in sauce
Us olde furts catz gots no teeth to floss
From social secatity and medicats checks
Can't groom our bellies can't scratch our necks
Don't move real fast like we once did
Can't get to our food coz of the stinkin lid
Us senior kitteh's like to sleep all day
We'd much rather snooze than eat or play
We might forget where we left a toy
Just another day brought so much joy
But one thing's certain this much is true
Our fellow furt SCOOTER, we love you
Peace out, rock on and see ya at the snack bar
for perch and trout
Dude Kitty
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