Fuzzy

The black tornado.
A miniature F5 with marshmallow paws.
He flies across the floor.
‘Thump thump thump.’
He loves his kingdom.
Everything’s a toy.
He especially loves his birds.
Little chicken wings bouncing around.

He’s mesmerized by the feathers
The bird call
The feast
Whichever it is.
The birds don’t know his intention.
Like a child picking out a lolly pop
He wants to push and watch the cage drop
A little furry mouth
Chowing down on the winged-ones.

All the while the big fuzzy.
Fuzzies one and two
Stinky Blink
And
Molly Moo
He’s got control over them too.
His big dumb furry thugs.

He is king, ruling with an iron marshmallow fist of a paw.
Ignoring anyone who might want to attack his kingdom.
Ignoring his furry punch ball.
Ignoring the world outside his kingdom.
Ignoring that damned over priced scratching post.

Razor sharp claws, all thanks to the recliner couch.
For when he turns wild, a marshmallow pawed grouch.
He’ll dig in the claws, growl like a tiger.
Until you calm him down.
With milk, or a kitty treat.
He’ll be this growly monster.

Ha ha, one last thing

Don't forget
Be sure not to get his fuzzy kitty fur wet.

Ha ha, Crazy Eddie