Pandora the Cat

Laying on all fours, observing the world, surrounding her every day. Standing erect, with her paws, pulling apart blinds, window viewing, longing, to go outside, to play. Running is she, in the house, going every which place, to a room. Become quick, as lightening, on her feet, one would swear, one could, hear her, go zoom. Ready to reply, to her human, when there is someone or something, out of bind. Not afraid, not one bit, to anyone, to meow, what's on, her mind. Leaping upon a place, of warmth, on a couch, or on a human's lap, If close to you, she comes to you, around your leg, herself, she wrap. Covered with a body of color, and a hint, of cloud white. Is a feline, whom has, become, a true and amazing sight.