god, unappreciated

he lounges, he drapes.
he wantonly displays
his curvy white body like
a Victorian clawfoot tub
all over the landscape, like
he owns it. he’ll eat
all the food in one long
sitting, but then
if you give him time enough
to recover and leave of his
own accord, he will reward you
quite handsomely.

he’s voluptuous, decadent, insatiable;
a gourmand, not a gourmet.
he smirks and there are crumbs
on his chest. he has inspired
much animosity,
but also much loyalty and love.
he’s at once a god and a devil
among the virtual cats
in a game we all know, even if
not everyone
plays along.

I am quite fond of him and
find him adorable rather,
and stoutly do defend his honor
to any who might try to
besmirch it. he’s a white knight
even if hardly anyone sees it.

so say it with me now:
all hail Tubbs!