King of the Mat

[Verse 1]
I call your name from the kitchen door,
You blink once, then face the floor.
I bring the toy mouse, you turn away—
Like I’m the help you hired yesterday.

[Chorus]
Oh, you ignore me like it’s your art,
Tail up high, cold little heart.
I sing your praise, you don’t look back—
Just nap like a king on my welcome mat.

[Verse 2]
I tap the bowl; you stroll right by,
Then yowl at midnight, asking why.
I saved you a seat, you chose the chair—
The one with my sweater, naturally, there.

[Bridge]
Maybe someday you’ll come when I call,
Or maybe you’ll keep owning us all.

[Outro]
I’ll keep on singing, you keep your pose—
My favorite friend who never knows.