Can the can

We confronted Maggie this morning with many unopened cans of cat-food so she could appreciate that we had opposable thumbs whilst she had none. I heard a low growl in her throat rising to the tune of a Suzi Quatro song, straining to hear I could make out some of the lyrics ......

"Well you call your mamma tiger
And we all know you are lying
And your boyfriend's name is eagle
And he lives up in the sky (high high)
Watch out the tiger don't go claw the eagle's eye
But let the eagle take the tiger by surprise
Scratch out her eyes"