Unlike his name, he wears two shades of brown,
A dappled coat of fluffy fur that gleams in the sun.
He is a kitten who craves the warmth of people,
Who purrs with joy when we brush his fur,
Or trace gentle lines on his soft forehead.

His kingdom is the black leather couch
With its big blue cushions, his throne of comfort.
When we play, he leaps with delight,
His tiny claws dancing, scratching at my feet—
A reminder of his wild, untamed spirit.

In the mornings,
I’m roused from sleep by the tender slap of his paw on my foot,
A gentle, massaging call to rise.
When night falls or dawn breaks,
He scratches at the door, his meows insistent
A plea to step out, to wander,to do his business.

He is a curious soul, this little cat,
Chasing shadows and darting after insects,
Eyes wide with wonder, a spark of mischief.
His best friends are Piper and Billy,
Two lively border collies who match his energy.

But it is his gaze that holds magic—
Bright, round eyes that meet yours unflinchingly,
So full of innocence,
you’d swear He’d never pounce on a mouse or a roach.
Blue is his name, but his spirit is a rainbow,
A kaleidoscope of playfulness and love.