The Cat Pulled the Trigger

The cat had the weapon
The cat had the gun
His little paws were on the trigger
As a visor shielded his eyes from the sun

He took aim at young students
He took aim at presidents
He carved a notch on his gun
For all the college residents

The cat pulled the trigger
It was he who killed them all
His aim was always perfect
So always they did fall

Those who carry guns 
Often think they're cool cats
And so the gunman
Goes rat-a-tat-tats