King of the Castle

His name is Danny boy;
but I call him, "His Highness."
He came into our lives last year,
an Orange and white cat.
A victim of abuse, he hid in the
bushes for three days, until he would venture
out to where we were.
My mother, the one who allegedly doesn't care for cats,
is his favorite.
He goes to her for neck rubs and for occasional
"people food."
Me, on the other hand,
the reason he lived with us,
because I fed him,
what jobs did I get??
Litterbox detail and chauffeur.
When he gets carried, I groan. (He weighs 10+
pounds.)

I call him "Houdini"
He hides in the house and sometimes it is hard
for us to find him.

I call him, "The Flash."
He can appear out of nowhere and when he
decides to urn, I can hardly catch him.

He is spoiled completely rotten . .
and we love him dearly.