Cat Poem

My cat is gray with yellow eyes and walks
on a once broken in three places leg.
My cat sleeps sixteen hours a day
and eats every meal like he will not see another.

My cat is slow and quiet like age
but active behind the yellow eyes.
My cat is confident in safety
sleeping on visitors laps without fear.

My cat headbutts calves and cupboard doors
stumbles head first into pillows and walls.
My cat is weak and eats only special
expensive food I'm not convinced he needs.

My cat is mischief biting the hands that
feed him grooming the other cat, my beard.
My cat is not graceful and he is loud
he is altogether a perfect cat.