My Kitty Stalks French Toast

MY KITTY STALKS FRENCH TOAST

I buy her things to play with
they lay around the house
I give her string and catnip toys
and a little rubber mouse
Tin foil wadded into a ball
and paper from my desk
A lace that drags behind my shoe
or a grape that’s not so fresh
I’ve seen her play with all these things
and even chase a ghost
but I just do not understand
MY KITTY STALKS FRENCH TOAST

I buy her the very best of food
her bowl is always full
I give her milk and table scraps
and water to keep her cool
All kinds of little flavored treats
I have for her on hand
I share my every meal with her
as if she has it planned
I’ve seen her eat all kinds of things
even bugs so gross
but I just do not understand
MY KITTY STALKS FRENCH TOAST

She won’t eat bread of any kind
she just turns up her nose
I try sometimes to feed her eggs
she turns around and goes
She knows when I’m in the kitchen
and cooking makes her stare
She tries to find a place to hide
and spy upon my wares
When I make a special morning meal
the one she likes the most
and all the cooking has been done
MY KITTY STALKS FRENCH TOAST

She waits until my back is turned
to make her bandit play
she jumps up on the counter top
in that hunting kitty way
She slinks and crawls across the sink
and over to the plate
She spies her prey and sets her feet
the toast has met its fate
She grabs a piece and runs away
and never thanks her host
The jungle cat has killed her prey
MY KITTY STALKS FRENCH TOAST