I must say, of all the poems I've posted here, as a category (no pun intended) it's the character cats that get the most positive comments.
Purk
You may well be concerned
About what’s all the hub-bub
It’s only our Purk
Demands tonight’s tummy rub,
He knows when all day long
It’s time he gets attention,
Like his breakfast at eight,
Tossed cat treats at four,
And when he scoots on the floor
I’ve done things I won’t mention,
But when bedtime arrives
That’s the time when he thrives
To jump up next to me,
With big eyes, and roll over
Though he’s a cat I admire
Sometimes I’m just too tired,
Knowing full well if he gets not what he wants

Until I relent,
First not at all meek’
He’ll paw claws at my cheek,
Then with feline blithe grace
He'll sit down, on my face,
"Ok,
Yes I love you, Mister Cat,
It’s not all bad as that,
So roll over and show me
That soft tummy fur
There you go, fuzzy Purk,
there you go,"… and he purrs,
"Yes kitty…," and in a minute he snores,
"Wheeemp, wheeemp,"
And we both know tomorrow,
We’ll do all this once more
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