Pichino

Pichino is my cuddly mate,
He has sharp claws that sometimes I hate,
He is so small that he can fit in my bag,
He likes to chew on his dirty old rag,
When in a room as dark as midnight,
His eyes are so lovely and bright,
His purr sounds like a roaring lawnmower,
But when he is awake he is even slower,
He acts like his mate Sid,
Just like a kid!