Catcalls

I try to watch the game unfold
The quarterback has gotten bold
And as he passes for the goal
I hear those stupid catcalls

With pointy ears and twitchy tail
He claws at me, and without fail
He rudely starts to mew and wail
With loud and numbing catcalls

His whiskered nose is in my face
His fishy breath is a disgrace
And I can’t make him leave the place
As he keeps yowling catcalls

But once I miss the crucial play
He shuts his mouth and struts away
And I am left to curse the day
I bought him and his catcalls