My cat, Angel

Angel is my cat, the sweet and sassy thing.
No other caught my eye; no name crossed my mind.
Grinning like an idiot, I knew I had to have her.
Every day she is more playful, although she's 2.
Loving and goofy, that's my Angel.

We picked my cat up at one of the local humane society shelters after my freshman year of college. A friend had tried to sneak a cat into the dorms, and when I mentioned that to my father, he took me aside and told me they'd let me get a cat. I chose to name her Angel, because, like the poem said, I couldn't think of anything else. At the time, the name fit, because she cuddled all the time. Now, it doesn't fit so much and she's really not so cuddly.