**The Ballad of Arturo, the Siamese** In a sunlit corner where shadows creep, Lives a Siamese named Arturo, who rarely sleeps. With azure eyes that gleam like the sky, He struts with grace, yet often sighs. His coat, a canvas of cream and brown, In elegant swathes, so regal, a crown. Yet behind the beauty, a heart that quakes, For Andalucian sister, Elvira, he aches. With a flick of her tail, she rules the domain, Her playful pounces send Arturo insane. He hides as she prowls, oh, what a plight! In the kingdom of home, he's just out of sight. But come the hour when the bowls are awash, With kibble and treats, oh how he will thrash! A symphony rises, a cacophony loud, Arturo's grand chorus, he stands out proud. “Meow! Meow!” he calls, oh a rhapsody sweet, As if feeding time is his most cherished feat. With a bounding of paws and a gleam in his eye, He rushes to dinner, like clouds to the sky. Yet, fear lingers still in his elegant frame, For Elvira, the queen, plays her whimsical game. While he feasts in solace, he dreams of the day, When he’ll muster the courage to dance, come what may. So here's to sweet Arturo, both timid and bold, With a heart full of dreams and a spirit of gold. For in every purr, every meow, every bite, He finds his brave voice, and learns to take flight.