A dark shadow in the night, Shining black hairs reflecting light. Armed for defense with sharp claws, Sheathed in padded jet black paws.
She watches me with golden eyes. Then runs away with tail arched high. When playing she prepares to jump, But only attacks my blanket lumps.
Always listening with both ears cocked, For noises to which my ears are blocked. Training me when to pet her or quit, If slow to learn, my hand gets nipped!
White hairs contrast her lush coat of black, On her chest and tummy but not her back, On my porch she sleeps in warm sun, With belly up and legs sprawled open.
Curious cat checks under my yoga mat; She thinks she’s hiding, silly cat! How can I exercise and laugh at that? I know why my stomach’s not flat!
She does flips inside of her cat tree cave. Then expects of me the attention she craves. Knowing that her antics make me smile. She looks at me with such cute guile.
Whose black cat sits at my window, Looking for birds as ominous shadow? My golden eyed, black friend and pet, A clown, a companion, a mischievous cat: Norie!
(Norie’s eyes and the camera flash created a weird effect. This was not photo shopped.
