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.