I have a little black and white cat,
He's a stuffed toy, but very real for all that.
He came to me soon after I moved;
How he found me has yet to be proved.
He appeared one day sat on my bed
with a note tied around him, which simply said -
Hello my name is Bungly, I've come to live with you.
So I welcomed him in, what else could I do?
He's decided Twenty Ten will be his year
he's off on adventures, will he get far?
I hope he does and enjoys it no end,
Taking me with him as his friend.
He is one of my little treasures in an album I'm making and here is his page