Jet, The Black Cat Poem by Arlene Dery

The blackest cat I ever met,
That is why I named him Jet.
Was Jetty, that he came to be,
The little kit, who came to me.

Without a doubt, without a fear,
Meowed a cry, so I would hear,
Into my life, he made his way,
Nine plus years, he came to stay.

Blackest whiskers, blackest nose,
He even has the blackest toes.
He owns my heart and the house,
But not allowed to keep a mouse!

He's taken over all the seats,
I have to bring him gourmet treats,
Drinks his water from the tap,
Eats a meal then, takes a nap.

He's gotten just, a wee bit fat,
He doesn't know, he's a cat.
Happy that, he's here with me,
This pampered cat, is family.