Tiptoeing around my kitchen
Keep rubbing up against my leg
Wants food that I been fixing
And she ain't too proud to beg
Drag her claws across my shoulders
Leave little marks
See her eyes open wide
When I find her in the dark

Grey morning, weak November sunshine
Throws shadows on my bed
All the games that we've been playing
Replaying in my head
So I reach out in the quiet
I feel her stir
Stretches out her body, turns and smiles
And then begins to purr

She feels like a Sunday Cat
Just happy being where she's at
I reckon I can work with that
My Sunday Cat

Spent the weekend
Chasing our tails
Barely even speaking

A place to hide, I go inside
Always something there to find
Whine and whimper, then surrender
When I move to make her mine
I never know who is the master
Or who wants it more
Just hold the fire, and desire comes and goes
Nobody's keeping score

She feels like a Sunday Cat
Just happy being where she's at
I reckon I can work with that
My Sunday Cat