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
