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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