Figaro the Cat

[Verse] There's a cat named Figaro, he's quite a sight, With fur so fluffy, almost pure white. He sits in odd places, atop the TV, Chirping at birds, dreaming he's free. [Verse 2] Figaro's a cuddle, a fluffy ball of grace, Yet clumsy as can be, falling all over the place. Autistic and sweet, he's in his own world, But his purrs and his antics, they make your heart twirl. [Chorus] Oh, Figaro, Figaro, you're one of a kind, A massive cat with a gentle mind. Sleeping all day, in the sun's warm ray, Your goofy charm steals the gloom away. [Verse 3] He lays on the windowsill, gaze fixed outside, Fantasies of flying, in those little eyes. Dreaming of a sparrow, just beyond reach, But too lazy to move, not a muscle he'd breach. [Verse 4] When nighttime rolls in, he's a snug fuzzy heap, Curled in your arms, he drifts right to sleep. With a belly so round, and paws soft as snow, In dreamland he’s nimble, as only dreams show. [Bridge] Though he's large and unwieldy, and loveably peculiar, His quirks are endearing, making life so much fuller. Each tumble and topple, each cooing chirp's plea, Paints a picture of Figaro, pure feline glee.