The Cat from Hell

A vision of beauty from his head to his foot.
Eighteen pounds of fluff
A squirrelly spitfire who takes spells
Ripping around leaving fluff balls drifting in the air.
He opens the cabinets, stands looking in
Must be doing inventory of what is there.
He runs down the hall jumps, and turns on the switch
Illuminating the walkway for whom? Himself?
Too bad he doesn't turn them off when he is through.

He's a right handed cat, never comes up to my left
My right hand shows this from his play.
It's entirety scratched from his over zealous fun
Does he think I am one of his siblings to romp with delight?
I am left-handed and I think he knows this
He must know I can't over power him due to that fact.

He worries me when he looks up at the ceiling
He has no fear; I expect he will be hanging from a light-fixture one day.
It's hard keeping things hanging on the wall
Some things that once hung there have disappeared never to be seen again.
No knick-knacks can be on shelves he can reach; and nothing on the coffee table.
He considers this his territory and cleans them off immediately.

He is very meticulous when it comes to his bathroom habits.
I keep 2 scoopers, lying beside his litter box, which when he feels it is
Time for a cleaning he puts them inside, I wouldn't be surprised if he
Tries to clean it himself. I guess you could say he is a very self-sufficient cat.

Because he is so huge, his whiskers are very long.
From the day we had gotten him, I gave him his water in a regular size
Bowl for a cat. He would dump it out and drink it off the floor. I finally realized
That was because his whiskers let him know the bowl was too small.
I had read where they are big water drinkers, so I worried that he wasn't getting
Enough.
Then I caught him drinking from the toilet. Let me just say that his water dish now, is
our bathroom sink.

This is his home, and I think we are allowed to live in it. He rules the roost.
He is a Maine Coon cat, and if you know that type of cat, you know how beautiful
They are.
Judging from the way he acts, I can only think that anyone who has a cat like him,
Knows the same intelligence and attitude that I experience every day with this guy.
He is 2 yrs. Old now; I read where they keep growing until they are 5yrs. I can only
Imagine a cat from hell; by the time he reaches that age.
A real character he is, and I love him. There is never a dull moment around here
Since he came into our lives.

We should have known he was special, from the day we went to the Animal Shelter
And he picked us out. He chose us sure as anything. When we didn't take notice of him,
he reached his leg through his cage and rapped my husband on the head.
Naturally, when I saw this, I knew he was the One.
None of the other cats had that spunk. He was exactly what I was looking for, and it
Seemed like he knew it too.

My husband and I, being ornery characters ourselves, found our perfect match in a pet.
After losing a dog, who was our best friend and comforter, a Boxer named Butch, we
Needed a void filled. Well I must say, that void was well filled with our cat, Squirrelly.
Yes, that is his name and it fits. They had named him at the shelter, and we soon learned
Just how much it fit him. They told us that he was a rescue victim, from a Parks water
System.

Why we chose that one particular day to go the shelter, is beyond us, but we feel
It was fate. Squirrelly hadn't been there long, before we showed up.
It seems strange the way it all happened, so the only thing it can be is, it was meant to
Be.