Brenna's Cat
Pressy had presence
His satiny black coat
His steely yellow stare
His stately poise, pause and purr-pose
His silent sashay saunters
Crowned him a regale air,
A mystique of feline nobility
No indifferent, catty fur ball
Way above mere mortal kitty litters
Brenna's black knight and comforting companion
Watched over her mother's homeland
Kept vigil for nocturnal nuisances
Gazed dreamily upon flighty fantasies
Perused and prowled his indoor kingdom
Cleared closets, cracks and crevasses
Yet always light on his paws
Always the gracious and graceful host
All ways the silent sentry and loyal hunter
Proudly offered his prized prey
Never a hand's caress denied
Never spurned affection
Never scratched or bit
He greeted all with a furry rub
Presented each of us with the honor
Of stroking his magnificent coat
And praising his proud display
Until another better offer appeared.
His eyes saw what we couldn't
He viewed a world of wonder
Rodents, birds and nocturnal imaginings
He roamed as ruler of his domain
When underfoot, he paraded and danced the floor
Whenever above, he ruled mantel, sill and counter
Perched on a couch; poised on a sill; paused for a pounce
His calm demeanor spoke of his readiness to be a:
Bird dreamer
Mouse catcher
Door greeter
Floor wonderer
Night prowler
Day dreamer
Window watcher
House sentry
Table intruder
Candle tail-tipper
Sink sniffer
Spigot whisker-licker
Bed warmer
Body waker
Lap lounger
Ankle rubber
Coach potato
Slumber bundle
Centerfold-in-waiting
Playmate pet poser
Photo op
Not indifferent nor discriminating
His heart he could not hide
He showed his love to all
As Pressy was pure pet.
Loved his ears scratched
Back rubbed, tail stroked
A cuddlebug in one's lap
Never picky
Not a finicky kitty
No aloof feline
His calm comforted.
Pressy had personality
His presence, an easy confidence
A casual curiosity with a dash of daring
He made us laugh, warmed our heart
Sometimes chasing invisible rodents
Scurrying past in a mad, frenzied dash
Scampering upturning rugs
Scratching on closed doors
Meowing his way into an opening
Leaping on any of us sleeping
Placing his puss near a dozing face
Licking from a dripping spigot
Staring at who knows what
Starring in his own chase scene
Dreaming of catnip naps
Pressy lived full feline
Always at home,
Always a part of your home
He combined his nine lives into one we all loved.
Pressy was purrfect
He'll always be a part of you.
