I met him first in the bright moonlight,
His figure was distinct,
T’was a lonely night, so I said “Hello,”
But not a sound from him.
He passed me by in the bright moonlight,
his figure clad in black.
I met him again on a wintry night,
I knew him at a glance.
I think he recognized me too,
For as he passed me by.
He brushed by my leg with a throaty purr,
And I knew I’d found a friend.
Good advice for humans as well as cats. It’s hard to get a photo while he’s playing—he’s so fast. This is the second before he lets go to chase the ribbon and kill it once and for all.