His Name is Puck

My tabby cat's whiskers tickled my cheek

as he checked on me

while I was napping.


He's a bit neurotic, clingy, and weird,

but I love him so,

and he loves me, too.


I know this because he often demands

our headbutts of love

to say, "You're special."


Sometimes I wonder who would provide him

with shelter and food,

if I weren't around.


I can remember him as a kitten,

so tiny and cute!

He brings me such joy.


He's middle aged now and getting slower

but still likes to chase

the red laser dot.


His name is Puck.

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