Sunday Cat Lyrics

Tiptoeing around my kitchen

Keep rubbing up against my leg

Wants food that I been fixing

And she ain't too proud to beg

Drag her claws across my shoulders

Leave little marks

See her eyes open wide

When I find her in the dark

Grey morning, weak November sunshine

Throws shadows on my bed

All the games that we've been playing

Replaying in my head

So I reach out in the quiet

I feel her stir

Stretches out her body, turns and smiles

And then begins to purr

She feels like a Sunday Cat

Just happy being where she's at

I reckon I can work with that

My Sunday Cat

Spent the weekend

Chasing our tails

Barely even speaking

A place to hide, I go inside

Always something there to find

Whine and whimper, then surrender

When I move to make her mine

I never know who is the master

Or who wants it more

Just hold the fire, and desire comes and goes

Nobody's keeping score

She feels like a Sunday Cat

Just happy being where she's at

I reckon I can work with that

My Sunday Cat