Survivor Cat

He is smoky grey and white
held closely in her arms
he won’t approach as if to bite
like cats found in barns on farms.
He has an entertaining purr
And a quick and quiet run
He’ll use your leg to groom his fur
And mew for a treat when he’s done.
He’ll make friends with mice and sparrows
And bring them home alive
And when his gaze narrows
It’s not to hunt but to survive.