My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
leapt  onto my lap and purred in a jittery fashion because,
a whiff of marked shift in daily routine,
she did pick up from my nonverbal long body waves, 
each earnest habit once set in stone an absent without trace,
my darling pet  so alert would detect the slightest tweak,
and spell out how the goal post now astir smelt fishy, 
Hamilton, a character so utterly oozes otherworld charm,
as is the wont of divine feline species beyond limit,
and with impishness a constant  in the past this pet of mine,
would  latch on to each  prized  item as if driven to whisk them  away,
that  guilt free shrewd smirk  infernal innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t bug, irk, upset one so precious as you,
or tear at your tender heart haphazardly  in an inane quest,
for  nose-rubbing notice, deep bond playful jest,
as  I peer  in awe at that dainty trot whilst on the prowl, 
a misty eyed me recalled her  fond cat laugh bag of tricks, 
yet to hear a taxi outside beep is a less than warm reminder, 
that I must depart though unwilling from Hamilton’s grasp,
bursting into a sob as she stared from the stair top