He’s
a large and handsome tabby,
a
boy whose looks are not shabby;
though
he still has a lot to master—
his
hunting is mostly disaster.
No
matter how graceful the pounce,
he
seemed to have empty accounts—
until
today-- he nabbed his first mouse,
and
proudly brought it back to the house!
He
was a most happy kitten
who
made sure that we were smitten
with
all of his leaping and dancing,
his
sudden dashes and prancing:
he
loved playing goofy clown,
lifting
us up when we were down.
Today
that is still Eyore’s role:
to
be our carefree and joyous soul,
with
no great need for perfection,
but
a cat who thrives on affection.
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