A Love Song for a Cat

(to the tune of Jolene)
O-ween, O-ween, O-ween, O-WEEN
I'm begging of you please don't take my ham.
O-ween, O-ween, O-ween, O-WEEN
Please don't take it just because you can.

Your beauty is beyond compare
With shedding strands of raven hair,
Your ivory chin, and eyes of yellow-green
Your breath is just like cat food, man,
Your voice is like a rattling can,
And I just can't come eat with you,
O-ween.

(Owen is fine. I just got this stuck in my head because we were calling him "O-ween")