Muscular beast rocking back and forth on my lap, really too big to fit.  You are my stalwart friend yet fiendish antagonist.

Your claws rip my skin, you hog my bed, you trip me walking between my feet and stop mid stride to stretch causing me all sorts of discomfort and near fatal accidents.

Yet you seem to be always by my side, loving me steadfast with bites, claws, and purrs.

My Spitz you are my companion.  I curse you when you’re near and worry if you are not in the room.  Why must you be such a large cat?

Why do you act like that?