Cats (My attempts at Karl Pilkingtonisms)

Cats are great aren’t they?
I mean they don’t eat much,
they clean up after themselves,
and you don’t have to worry about them
barking at the neighbors.
Just give them a comfy spot
on top of the chesterfield
with a view of the street,
it’s a reality TV program for cats.
There are no leashes to buy,
no sub-sized doo’s in the backyard to search for,
and they will even rid the house of mice;
if you ask me it’s a no brainer.