There once was a polydactyl cat
Whose body type was cobby, not fat
A tabby cat from what I've heard
And all over was luxuriously furred

He was found one day in a Petco store
We gave him love, and he demanded more
So I knew right then I would bring him home
I got the number and picked up the phone

To the Goshen Humane Society
Went my car, a carrier and, yes, me
To pick up this cat that became my friend
And I swore an oath to love him to the end

I brought him home and I named him Jack
But in a few days I took that name back
He didn't act like a Jack, to be fair
So MILO became him nom de guerre.

He quickly grew into his ears and feet
And every day grew increasingly sweet
His greatest passions are eating food
And getting tummy rubs if he's in the mood

He's usually in the mood for these
He stands on the toilet saying "please"
How can I refuse a look like that?
So I rub the tummy of this cat

He walks around with his tail in the air
He goes about life with nary a care
One look in his eyes and you'll see his soul
And he likes to sit with his butt in a bowl

Today he celebrates two years old
My heart he has managed to enfold
I love him more with every passing day
And I always want it to be that way.