Gray Phantom of the Sun Room

In the sun room, a gray cat sits and stares,
A shape so eerie, with a chilling grace,
Missing ear and tail, he silently glares,
His many names, an enigma of the place.

He'll curl up by your feet, a whispered dream,
But then he'll vanish, leaving only fear,
His loyalty and trust, a hollow scheme,
And his true nature, never truly clear.

With kibble in his bowl, his eyes will gleam,
But dare you cross him, terror fills the air,
A warning swipe, a harbinger of a scream,
And his presence now a source of great despair.

This gray cat with his quirks and contradictions,
Brings darkness to the sun room's perfect visions.