Cats Know Things

Cats know things, man

They fuckin' know things

I had this cat named Jessop once

He fuckin' knew me, dude

Like, he knew my shit

I'd look at him
Think of a color

And he'd nod his head like--

'Yeah, man. I know. I know what color you're thinking of.'

Shit's real, man

Shit's real and it's strictly feline

It's catty

Dogs don't know shit

They're nice, and all, you know

They're like the girl you bang
When you're horny
And your wife won't give it up

And your wife?

Man, she's a cat

Now, I'm not saying I wanna bang a beagle

Because those fuckin' dogs are ugly

I'm just sayin' a cat is your best bet

If you wanna an animal that really gets you

Jessop was what got me through my divorce

And losing my job

And when I went through withdrawal
That weekend in '97

Who do you think stuck with me?

I remember waking up at one point
And seeing Jessop looking down on me

Telling me with his eyes
That I was gonna be all right

'It's gonna be all right, man!'

I could just hear him saying it

It wasn't until he died
That I found out he wasn't a boy

Damndest thing

Always wondered why he never liked watching porn with me

Leave it to a woman
To leave a man in the dark