I was shopping for a gecko
The day that we both met
He was in the adoption cage
And in no time was my pet

He was a sickly gangly kitten
Full of parasites
But the vet got him cleaned up real good
To his and my delight

His long tail defies gravity
When he sees me any place
He stands on his hind legs
And then rubs me with his face

His purr is soft yet booming
His meow is nice and loud
Because he's polydactyl
He really stands out in a crowd

He rather has a lot of toes
But that surely is no flaw
He cuddles deep into my lap
Touches my face with one big paw

His eyes are deep and soulful
He transfixes me with his gaze
He chases laser light beams
And on the cat tree laze

His appetite sure knows no bounds
He'll eat his food and more
I have yet to find a single food
That Milo does deplore

He jumps on me most mornings
For his breakfast to demand
He bats lightly at my face
With one almost-hand

He sits upon my lap
As I write this bit of poetry
I can't think of any place
That I'd rather be

Every time you look at him,
He has grown another toe
A more affectionate pussycat
You'd be hard-pressed to know.

He is such a gentle companion
And ever my best friend
I'm sure it comes as no surprise
I'll love him 'till the end