On any given day
Thru jade green eyes,
This tabby silver grey
Kaspar finds a way,
To feed his lofty size,
As last of litter’s late
He’s instinct wise,
And each needy day,
He’ll ne’er hesitate
To best accommodate
His territorial play,
And will nevermore
With his regal sway,
Be but the other cat
Nor want consider aught,
Have less than a fair share,
That needs consume the lot!
ode to Kaspar our other Maine Coon cat..
Poetry on a Canapé 
Love this ode.
It took a while since you made the suggestion of doing one for Kaspar too, but better late than not at all. Thank you my friend. Jean-Jacques
An excellent ode! I love cats.
Thanks again Rebecca. I’d written a poem about our other feline, Kallista older by a year, about a year and a half ago called “I The Cat”~ on an ailing day ~ with a picture of both attached. Paulette had suggested then I write one about Kaspar, and with books in the making and all it had slipped my mind. Well it popped back in yesterday, and out came “I The Other Cat”… Jean-Jacques