She sings to the cat / the cat ignores her

This morning, while tidying the kitchen, I found myself singing to the cats, as sometimes happens.

As best I can remember it went something like this:

Why are you on the counter, boys?

Knives are not for kitty toys.

I know your feet are made of springs,

But you cannot be up on things.

Anyway, I was enjoying myself while the coffee happened.