Furry friend with many names.
Playing lots of really fun games.
He played when he wanted to play.
If he didn't he told you to go away.
You couldn't force him as he'd scratch or bite.
His sharp claws & teeth meant you wouldn't win the fight.
Then he'd sit on your knee.
Saying "Come on! Stroke me."
Then he lets out a purr.
While you stroke his soft, silky, fluffed-up fur.