Vladimir

He is no vampire, my little Vladimir.
With eyes of blue that show he has no fear.
His fur is grey, so soft and fluffy too.
Just watch your feet he’s chasing shoe.
My kitten, Vlad, so full of life and joy,
Chaos and mayhem follow this small boy.
Till finally asleep in his new nest,
My trainers lost, the bed he loves the best.
He’s snug in tight, an afternoon of sleep,
He needs his energy to play and eat.

He’s cute; he’s fun, a pretty cat.
Where is he? Hiding in my hat.
He sleeps in naps then looks to play.
A ball to chase, he would all day.
A madness of activity, watch,
The soft toy mouse our Vlad will catch.
By his small dish he waits for tea,
Some chicken, tuna fresh from sea,
Then milk with egg to wash it all down,
Now curl up, nap in mum’s night gown.

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