A poem for Chance

When you were a tiny kitten,
You were so scared of me,
So scared of everyone.
It was painful to see.

Your health was poor as well,
That’s why I chose your name;
Chance, hoping you’d have one,
Prepared for life's strange game.

Nowadays, you are a big guy
With a tiny gentle purr,
Always a curl in your tail
And lovely, fluffy, soft fur.

Nowadays, you like affection;
Ask for it in a high pitched cry.
You look to me with such love,
You stopped being so shy.

That love is certainly returned,
And I’m very proud of you.
Grown into a wonderful feline
That keeps my feet warm too!