Dad wanted a cat

of his very own,

a big ball of fluff,

he wanted one so much.

So we went to a shelter,

and looked through the cats,

none were quite right,

so we went home.

Then we got called,

by a lady named Sue,

her pretty Maine Coon

had a litter of 6,

the cats were still kittens,

but big enough to leave home.

We looked at them all,

and I wanted Cinnamon,

the nicest of all,

but Mama and Daddy

fell in love with Garfield!

So Garfield it was,

though the name'd never work.

We fretted all night,

till I got an idea.

Why not call him Loki?

God of all mischief,

because that's what this cat

is best at.