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[Intro]
You hear that little thump? That’s me on the shelf.

[Verse 1]
Six-oh-five, your alarm starts its speech,
I’m on your chest with a paw in your reach.
Water bowl full, but the faucet’s the choice,
I tap at the handle; you answer my voice.
One sock missing, one plant on the floor,
I made a new map from the hall to the door.
You call it a mess, I call it design,
The sun found a square and that square is mine.

[Chorus]
Cat life, big plans, tiny paws,
I run this room by invisible laws.
You bring the treats, I inspect the bag,
Then sprint down the hall like a checkered flag.
Cat life, soft bed, sharp stare,
I claim your chair while you’re standing right there.
You say “come here,” I weigh that request—
Then curl by your feet like I chose you best.

[Verse 2]
Cardboard arrives and the box gets promoted,
The fancy new tower sits mostly unnoted.
I crouch by the curtain, I study a moth,
It makes one small turn; I’m already gone off.
At noon I’m asleep in a patch of warm gold,
At two I’m a blur with a tale to be told.
You open a laptop; I park on the keys,
My message is simple: more snacks, if you please.

[Chorus]
Cat life, big plans, tiny paws,
I run this room by invisible laws.
You bring the treats, I inspect the bag,
Then sprint down the hall like a checkered flag.
Cat life, soft bed, sharp stare,
I claim your chair while you’re standing right there.
You say “come here,” I weigh that request—
Then curl by your feet like I chose you best.

[Outro]
Last bowl checked, last window patrol,
A purr in your lap and I’m back in control.