Buddy the Cat

Buddy's in the house, paws hit the floor,

Claws retract smooth when he strolls through the door.

Whiskers on fleek, got the whole crew purring,

Tail like a wand, got the magic he's stirring.

Nap game strong, twenty hours, no stress,

Wakes up quick, fur sharp, no mess.

Laser light chase, moves slick like butter,

In the kitchen hunting crumbs, causing chaos and clutter.

Buddy the cat, king of the throne,

Neighborhood legend, he's known and he's grown.

From the alley to the couch, it's all his domain,

Nine lives deep, he’s ahead of the game.

Window perch vibes, he surveys the scene,

Eyes like emeralds, glare sharp, too mean.

Birds on the wire, squirrels in the trees,

Buddy got dreams bigger than his pedigree.

Paws tap the floor, rhythm in his stride,

Strutting through the hall, can’t dim his pride.

Tuna in the bowl, that's his favorite prize,

Feline finesse, it's a feast for the eyes.

Midnight zoomies, the whole house quakes,

Buddy's on the prowl, no room for mistakes.

Climbing up curtains, leaping off chairs,

Living his best life, without a single care.