My purry, furry friend lies at bed’s end. Dozy, cozily pressed into every bend of owner’s body. Not tender actually, agenda elementary, Relationship is cordial and familial, Amiable, congenial; mostly cheerful But for times he earns an earful, Hours unpredictable; Claws that have peculiar laws - Mostly in, but sometimes out Which suddenly can sprout and spout Unwelcome knives all sharp and venting, Rending floods of blood and ranting.… That aside, they mostly hide, And Albert Cat (his name is that) Is quiet, undemanding, And for Kent and me outstanding In his feline way; The finest complement, exemplary Companion one could wish to have, Possess, be blessed with. Albert Cat, our lovely pet! Not the brightest or the best, But rusty fur, or dusty fur, The best for me in all the world.