BLACK CAT ZACH
I am the only one who spells
his name correctly: Zachariah.
He appreciates that, and rewards me
by losing hair on a patch of his belly,
by leaving half-eaten mice on the rug,
by snagging my sweaters with his claws.
He is seven years old today.
Climber, racer, shoulder-sitter,
keyboard menace, (;ljhd )
friend of Thumbs Magee,
destroyer of plants and china bowls.
His beauty covers his sins.
GladErrand 
He can come and half eat our mice any day. : – )