Harry isn’t happy, he’s as wretched as can be

They took away his tackle and I think he’s blaming me

The vet said he was very good, everything went well

But now he’s home, he’s very sad – he’s raising merry hell!

 

Poor pussy cat can’t settle, he won’t leave it alone

Licking where they used to be, so he’s got to wear a cone

He’s barging into everything, he just can’t seem to rest

He’s all confused and clumsy, he looks a bit depressed

 

You can’t explain to pussy cats it’s for the greater good

Honestly, if looks could kill, I think he really would!