I’ve written many poems about my family’s cat. Here’s another one for the collection. Peace to your ♥ !


Of virtuous traits, Buddy has a few.
He’s happy rising at five-thirty, too,
From what I can tell, and he doesn’t smell,
Or not often. He eats the same dry food
Day in, day out, with a good cattitude
And doesn’t ignore the bits on the floor.
He endures all sorts of indignities:
Being cooed at; being swaddled when he’s
Getting his nails clipped; having liquid dripped
On his neck, for fleas, without his consent;
And, for hairballs, his paw smeared with ointment.
He’s content to nap on anyone’s lap
But snubbed, accepts his fate with feline grace.
Likewise when the four girls get in his face—
No angry meow. And finally, how
Handsome he is, and low-key, just like us.
In our book, Buddy’s an A+++.

© Stephanie Malley

NaPoWriMo20 Day 29 - Write a paean to your pet. Thank you to Maureen Thorson at NaPoWriMo.net for the prompt.