You fill my food dish every night and morn.
Your faithful brushing keeps my coat aglow.
The scrunchies that your lovely hair adorn,
Make better toys than store-bought things, you know.
Your cast-off nylons line my secret nest,
I've many nifty ways to ladder more.
You know the places I liked scratched the best,
In turn I honor you with purrs galore.
You give me cream each Sunday without fail,
And bits of popcorn with your late night flick.
I love to perch atop your stacks of mail,
And "Oops, was that a birthday card from Nick?"
 No matter that this "Knight" guy you adore,
 No walking Brick will ever love you more.