There is a little dude who lives at home.
He stays asleep sixteen hours a day. 
Sometimes he ventures outside to roam, 
There he rolls around and finds birds to chase. 
Eats the same food that he’s had for ten years.
But every evening he eats it like cake.
Maybe life is boring, maybe it's weird,
Might be amazing, so much more to say. 
After all, I am not a cat, only
A person who imagines his own days. 
There is one thing for sure I know fully:
You make days brighter, in every way, 
If we could both speak, I’d say in a rush,
Thank you little dude, I love you so much.