My tomcat has a girlfriend,
she sits behind our garage.
She’s calico and fluffy,
you might mistake her for a mirage.
Tom steps out the doorway,
and looks from side to side.
Then prances down the steps,
and takes on a He-man stride.
He was feeling kind of tough,
he’d had a round or two.
With an old cat down the block
his name was Tomcat too.
Although my Tom looked worse for wear
Miss Fluff didn’t seem to mind.
She purred and rolled and spruced herself
and shook her little behind.
That was all Tom needed
he got playful, coy and gallant.
After all he had been through
what more could this little Miss want.
Well it seems she was a lady
even though the feline kind.
She pulled a quick about face
and put sense back in his mind.
She boxed his nose and bit his ear
and scratched and made him sore.
But he is a man.. though the feline kind
and he’ll just go back for more.