Pretty Chloe, the charms she shows and shies,
the fuss--she's one pulchritudinous puss,
of angora swath, with panda-wide eyes,
to wit, to watch, suspicious of a ruse.
Should commotion come of motion, she streaks,
treads carpets to shreds lading her beauty
beyond hope of reach; friends visit, she freaks;
my suitors she flees, owner-be-booty!
Alas, love's no relief neurosis-wise.
Did nosiness unnerve my fearful fluff?
Scared-to-death of some nemesis surprise?
Litter’s last-rescued lass, reason enough?
What's that some say? Pets reflect the owner!
How could I help it so few have known her?
© Helga Ross 2003, 2006
P.S. Blessed with 14 wonderful years of love and companionship, my precious Chloe sadly passed away, September 25, 2004.