Pander is a peculiar cat

His coat a pinky grey

What he always smiles at

I don't know what to say


About the house he creeps at will

Loafing here and there

Or sitting on the window sill

With a vacant stare.


With a mew

He says to you

What he'll do

When you're blue

He will chew

On your shoe

At roughly two

This afternoon


On his own he cleans his fur

Enjoys this little task

It's enough to start a purr

He tries to make it last


But if he knows you're watching him

Thats when he will care

on his face will be the slightest grin

Into your soul he'll stare


Pander likes to sneak around

when no one sees him move

He will choose to settle down

quietly right behind you


He will glare

though nothing's there

look with dread

above your head

paw at walls

with no real cause

Recoil in fear

when nothing's near


In graveyards he will sleep

and do so in full view

letting out a wonky squeak

If he's close to you


He may not be the weirdest cat

In his little city

But we can be pretty sure

That he's a creepy kitty