Regal they are, they know what they want

Elegant, each step is thought out

Beauty captured in animal form

Rulers of the kingdom, of that they are well aware

Clean to a fault, to dirt they turn their noses

Precise hunters, all steps are mapped out

Work life balance, never out of whack

When it’s time to relax they lay in the light

Whiskers as long as their lives

Communication through motion over sound

Slow blinks and head bops

Using you as furniture, as their rightful throne

Deny you affection they will

Yet into every room they will follow, curious

In their own terms will they show their heart

On their own terms a bond will they make

They do not do what man wants,

so man’s favourite they are not

Independent and observant they are

So Gift’s favourite they forever shall be