Darwin was our cool little guy

Who filled up our hearts on his very first try.

And funny from the first, in a literal way,

Because he was born on April Fool’s Day.

He crept to the corner in new-home distress,

Not knowing his future would be all the best.

His sleek grey coat with white spot in front.

Confusing meow, kinda like a grunt.

The playful-est cat I ever did know.

Packages and pillows. Where’d Darwin go?

He helped the whole house with humor and love.

Drop what you’re doing; go get the glove!

But stranger danger? Run under the bed.

And when the coast cleared, come cuddle instead.

All day and all night, he had to be near.

We felt the same. Our love was quite clear.

The printer would print and off he would run.

I printed things mostly to watch him have fun.

Passed out like a pretzel, all twisted and such.

That was his thing, and we loved it so much.

Our funny feline feigned at fancy treats,

Until he found Churu, but only fish meats.

All the treats and trees and toys on the floor,

Feathers and feeders. How 'bout one more?

To play all day was his favorite way,

But sister would sour and hold him at bay.

Where is the big girl? He better keep watch.

Stare over there, he’d clock Corbett’s crotch.

Carpet ride fun, ‘round the house and again,

‘Cause if Dolores did it, he must have a spin.

He cuddled his crayon and sprang with his springs.

When done with his fun, strut away with the string.

So alike we were, me and my boy.

Both a bit bumbly and baulk at big noise.

When he would get scared, he’d get a good smother.

But it went two ways. We both calmed each other.

He helped me to see when time’s wasted with worry.

No need for nerves, even if things get blurry.

The goofiest gait and tenderest taps.

I’ll never forget his friendly face pats.

Rapidly reaching, he must have a feel.

Try to sneak by, and he’d swipe at your heel.

He faced unfair fights that were frightfully wrong,

But he would defeat ‘em because he was strong.

He would hug us and kiss us and groom us a lot,

But did all his licking in one tiny spot.

He baked the best biscuits without any bread.

See a free arm? He’d lay down his head.

So soft, so gentle, and oh so sublime.

He just wanted everybody to have a good time.