Ode to Jorja

Pint-sized on cue her stunts she shows
A kin both Minx and Monkey
With love a name did I bestow
Her nickname, little Minkey.

Your bedroom in to give a talk
To wake placed paws petite
Upon your head, she’ll do a walk
White socks upon her feet

Her cherished shack is somewhat less
The morning, cardboard gnawed
Chews up, spits out to make a mess
Next box to be explored

Above left eye, towards big ears
Electric mark, will spot her
A wiz at play with all her peers
Her alias Jorja Potter

Her gaze at you, blue turquoise eyes
A nose that’s salmon pink
Bedevilment her brain applies
Mischievity she thinks

Pegged clothes upon was its design
She takes pegs off the washing
A line to climb for Jorja kind
Dress picked up when seen dropping

The shopping bags, well…Jorja-fied
To stomach… eats the plastic
She bites and grinds and subdivides
In adventures gastronomic

Hindquarters stands in front so keen
To watch what’s televised
And then she looks behind the screen
To follow, mesmerised

Befuddled cat naively trusts
Dog’s licked with love conveyed
Strange dogs she meets, she seems nonplussed
They’re shocked she’s unafraid

When Policeman calls, young hooligan
His clothes with love embellish
And don’t forget the mailman
Their uniforms, her fetish

With Laser light, food delivery
Is fitful on and off
She’ll play with his machinery
Till Laser light’s cut off

You’re never out on Guy Fawkes night
Small Jorja won’t stay static
Flash bangs they give her such a fright
Loud fireworks make her panic

Choc-brown and pink, her paws take turns
Soft little meows will louden
Trots back and forth, the toilet yearns
When done her voice she quietens

Looks for return, if Beanie’s gone
Jumps bed at frosted window
And with loud chirp she climbs upon
Now Beanie is the pillow

Amuse herself with furry mates
To pounce intent to catch
Pursue at night, she tailgates
With others of her match

Love song, soft kiss, holds hands with thee
My Minkey’s happy smile
Such joy she brings to all she sees

Sweet language, love and style.