His latest acquisition is nervous and fey.
She crouches and stares up with big eyes and ears.
A stray, she leaps and flees at my slightest twitch,
but is hungry enough to beat down some fears.

This one’s a calico and so was his first.
Both half white, so delicate and refined.
I applaud his taste, and while she eats from his bowl,
He waits, attentive, seemingly not to mind.