She’s small and black with golden eyes
When angered, she jumps and flies
Across the room to speed attack
Against her foes, she aims a whack.
He’s grayish-blue and rather large
With a tiny head and body like a barge
He may appear to be alarming
But in fact, is rather very charming.
Poor thing was found in a crack den
but was fortunately born again
in our home where he holds his court,
king of the castle he stands athwart.
A big blue-eyed, piebald, friendly critter
except when he goes and misses the kitty litter
once he roamed around a farm
now at night he lays beside my arm.
She’s the oldest of the crew by far
came all the way from California by car
she runs to the bathroom like it’s a fire drill
and sits under the faucet until she gets her fill.