I brought him home from the pet store that day

He smelled a little but I didn't care, anyway

Put him in my room, next to my bed

He didn't move at all, kindof like he was dead



(guitar)



After a week, I figured it out:

I knew that he was dead

He didn't move at all or pur or meow

(meow, meow, meow)

But I loved him all the same, anyhow



Then I looked in the box and I found

The care manual:



(spoken)

Care and feeding of your new dead cat:

1.) He doesn't need to eat

2.) He doesn't need any exercise

3.) Keep him in a cool place, preferably the freezer



My Mom found him next to the frozen Tater Tots

She got the knife out from the carving rack

She brought it down (CHOP) across his neck

When I found out, I was a nervous wreck



My mother...killed...my dead cat, my dead cat