Pissing on my chest

We trudged up and down the avenues calling 'Pavlova' through Autumn's breath
But my cat's still out there, lost and over weight.
Acrobatics in attics keep me static all the day
And hip hip hooray, you found a girl
Well done.
I documented every single nice thing you ever said to me
In chronological order
But you could never do that
Because I don't say nice things

My heart felt warm, for just a while
As he pissed on to my chest.