I have a little kitty
and he follows me around
and when he steps with stockinged paws
he doesn't make a sound.
His whiskers twitch, his eyes are bright
his tail is in the air;
and as I flit from room to room
he follows everywhere.
And when I stop and come to rest
to read or take a nap
he leaps into my favorite chair
and settles in my lap.
But when he goes to leave,
he sticks his tail up in my face
and prowls around the hallways
like he's always owned the place.
He sits demurely in his chair
and licks his iv'ry paws,
then gazes unperturbed at me,
and says after a pause,
"You think, my friend, you make the rules
but you have not deduced,
that though you do the housework,
it is I who rule the roost."