Tails From The Litterbox – Camille West – letras

In his hands sat a tiny Abyssinianas he stood at his live-in lover’s doorHe said « I’m keeping it. Let’s call it Gilligan. »and he handed her the cat and he said nothing moreAnd she thought, « Oh God, a cat. I hate cats,and this one he’s calling Gilligan, how disgustingly cuteI’d like to send him nad his little buddy Gilliganon a three hour tour. »He said, « I’ll take full responsibility.I’ll even feed it everyday. » »Cats » he said « are independent creatures. »But she wound up caring for the damn thing anyway.But she will not clean the litter boxShe won’t go near it at all,and she doesn’t like animals that try to scratch her eyes out,and she doesn’t deal with fur balls.And the litter box sits,and the litter box sits,and the little cat…sits in the litter boxOne day, the whole thing grew too much for her,it was a hot and humid August dayShe approached the litter box with a great deal of trepidation(and a can of Lysol)Looked at it and said « no way »But she will not clean the litter boxShe won’t go near it at alland she doesn’t like animals that try to scratch her eyes out,and she doesn’t deal with those pesky fur ballsAnd the litter box sits,and the litter box sits,and the little cat…sh*ts(Okay, I said it, are you happy now?)One day she came home from the office,to find a cold and empty flatHe took the TV, the furniture, the stereo they bought together,the microwave and the catBut he left her the litter boxand to this day it’s still lying thereIt serves as a monument to their relationshipIt’s an appropriate souvenirAnd the litter box sitsand the litter box sits,and the litter box sits