While The Cat's Away

His hair was soft like a faded mat
He tore about the house causing outrage
Gallant was he bringing home a slain rat
Sneaking about he could never be caged

Despite his faults, he was happily loved.
At night’s end, he would lovingly curl close
Beside my torso with my heart beloved
Without him I would be sad and morose

He’s black and he’s white and ever a klutz
In the morning he wakes me with a nudge
Sneaking around, being a complete putz
If not fed he would hold a nasty grudge

Yet without him my life would be bereft
If he ever left, it would be such theft.