Ode to Timmy

A ground attack that caused a thump,
A vertical dimension.
A sudden sound that made me jump,
Sprung from an elevation

Large head, his hearts, his outsized tail,
Maine Coon is his ascendance.
Behold a sight should you surveil.
To lift you need assistance!

At 20 lbs, with more to grow,
The pack he does embed.
It’s Timmy-Toms, sets hearts aglow.
At play he’s Wobblehead.

In games partake with his race-mates,
My Timmy is a fruitcake.
Size wise, its size that dominates,
Skids round to cause an earthquake.

Hand-reared not known how to lap,
Put milk upon my finger,
Air kneeds, he burps, cute little chap,
Big, drinks it from a saucer.

Now Beanie can’t leave those pens about,
It’s no surprise who’ll nick them.
Look high and low and made to scout,
So clumsy, causes mayhem

To drink some water, his favourite quest,
Pineapple juice, he loves.
From cup and glass, his thirst addressed,
His Biccy-box, paws and shoves.

Own dishmop brush, he cleans his gums,
To take it in, jaw widens.
Teeth whitest white like coat becomes,
Chews bristles as he guides them.

His Helium meows, insects inspect,
Talks till they disappear.
Shows softest reverence and respect
With paws he interferes.

He thinks I’m in my petticoats,
Dry, pounces and face snuggles.
With loudest purr, love he denotes.
Wet, washed he sniffs and nuzzles.

Tummy tickled, my chest he lies,
His profile, Lion proud.
Nose to chin, his yellow eyes,
With love he doth enshroud.

My touch is light upon soft fur,
Repeating brushing motion.
Now open mouthed, he loudly purrs,
Well-knit are our emotions.