Blaise

They call me Baby Blaise,

I was the first one out.

I’ll play with you for days,

Of that you should have no doubt.

Born at the end of July

With my siblings three,

We’re all very fun and sly—

You can take it from me.

I only know about being inside,

Plus a catio for some fresh air.

I’ve had cats and people in my pride,

But dogs and babies, there weren’t any there.

I’m a smart girl, all shotted and fixed,

And clever and playful and fast.

Can we put my brother into the mix

And make your warm home our last?

Photo and Poem by Randy Cromwell