(picks up guitar, puts on cowboy hat with furry ears) plunk plunka plunk plunk, plunk plunka plunk plunk...

I hear that paper crinkle
You thought I was asleep
But I'm here at your ankles
And I'm hopin' for a treat
'Cause I'm purrin' like a Harley
I got this act down pat
'Cause you've been to the deli
And I'm your Deli Cat.

For provolone or turkey
Or anything like those
I'll gladly share my cat food
I'll groom and kiss your toes
But I won't jump on the counter
I know you don't like that
I'm your fluffy little angel
Your lovin' Deli Cat.

Don't matter if it's corned beef
Or mozzarella cheese
You got it at the deli
Can I have a little, please?
Sure it won't fit on your sandwich
That bit is mostly fat
Spare a tiny taste of goodies
'Cause I'm your Deli Cat.

Love, Columbine