'Twas twelve nights after Christmas and all through cat-lady-dom,
the cat lady was on a frenzy fueled by remnants of eggnog and rum;
The stockings were coming down, the walls were looking bare,
When Gordy gave a look that said "Don't you dare.";
For he was curled up ready for a snooze,
give it up cat, you are gonna lose.
Christmas is over.
I want my wreath back.
the cat lady was on a frenzy fueled by remnants of eggnog and rum;
The stockings were coming down, the walls were looking bare,
When Gordy gave a look that said "Don't you dare.";
For he was curled up ready for a snooze,
give it up cat, you are gonna lose.
Christmas is over.
I want my wreath back.
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