His Serene Highness
My fabulous little cat Pu-yi
Was such a charming character and he
Would talk all the time you talked to
him
My lap staying empty; chances thin
Named after the last Emperor of China
Personality the size of an ocean
liner
He was the colour of desert sand
Minute stature but of presence grand
When he first joined our family life
Standing no bigger than a fist in
strife
He was a Devon Rex kitten; so tiny
A huge voice got just a little bit
winey
His name choice since, he looked
oriental
Demanding sometimes, and decidedly
mental
He trained us both to a life that
pleased
Favour, affection and advantage
seized
We often wonder if he knew he was
small
With his bold behaviour on beds to
sprawl
He would face off to a dog ten times
his size
They would back down too, feeling it
wise.
A teeny chap with a powerful aura
His coat was velvet rather than
angora
The shortest of shorthaired cats
With bulldog stance and ears like
bats
His Serene Highness the Emperor Pu Yi
Lived not in a palace but curled up on
my knee.
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