Puckie

His name is Robin Goodfellow otherwise known as Puck.

He is a furry fellow who doesn't walk on little cat feet.

He has been known to yowl at the oddest times, like the middle of the night, or right when I'm on the phone, but mostly he's the strong silent sort.

I find him very endearing, especially when he purrs. His whole body vibrates and my heart warms with the memories of cats past who only deigned to do that when they were pleased with me.

His body has a weight that is good in my lap, soft paws that like to be squeezed and sometimes he licks those paws in the sweetest way.

But the best thing about Puck is that I never have to worry about him. I don't have to pay a five hundred dollar pet fee to keep him in my apartment. He never gets sick so there are no exorbitant vet bills I can't afford and he never gets lonely, so I don't feel guilty.

And when I go on vacation, I don't need to take him to Puckie Play Pals.

I just turn him off.