Our little black cat, Io, is an oft-neglected member of the Zoglman family, at least on this blog. He's a sweet pet and a fun companion for the kids, who alternate between tender and aggressive in their interactions with him. They feed him his food and stroke his fur, but also play "catch" with him, which is not a very balanced game when one of the participants has no thumbs. He is patient and tolerant, and today Geneva commemorated his awesomeness in the form of a poem.
Io the Cat
He is as good as Geneva making good choices.
He smells like nice, cool fur.
His claws are like needles.
His back goes up and down as he wiggles his tail.
His nose is like a wet rainstorm.
He is as black as the night sky.
His eyes are as sweet as wonder.
He says meow like a hello.
He runs around on his legs like a tornado.
He is the goodest cat of every cat.
With a whick of his tail, he's gone!