A soft little kitten
My finger he has bitten
Yet I simply grin.
I hold him tenderly
Hoping he'll purr to me
Sleeping under my chin.
Striped oranger face and white paws
Become full of grease from food he gnaws
Making his face impossible to clean.
Then it gets dark and I pet his furry head
And silently hope that he'll soon go to bed
Both my arms he lies between.
He may be a handful
And a little too playful
But he's close to my heart.
I'll care for him forever
And hope that we part never
Because our friendship is at its start.