Last night he kept me up, he refused to sleep.
He kept on demanding treats and to be let out for hours, meow after meow.
But if anything happened to him, I would be stricken with grief and do nothing but weep.
At night he always asks for things I disallow.
He can be gross and a bit of a brute.
He’s gotten into so many fights that he’s lost most of his teeth.
But his fluffy orange fur still makes him cute.
Just like me with my allergies, he sometimes struggles to breathe.
I’ve had him since I was almost eleven.
When I do my homework, he drools in my lap.
He’s been alongside me everyday, he’s seven.
He goes insane when I have a snack to unwrap.
A cat like him is one in a million, he has comforted me and made sure I was never alone.
I’m glad I had him when I moved and moved, went through the unknown.