My Cat, Crookshanks.

This is a picture of my cat Crookshanks;
her name derives from ancient Harry Potter scripture.
She is a fiesty beast who seems incapable of loving.
But could that be true?
Deep down I know she loves her servants Joe and Alison,
who provide her with the finest cheeses, french onion dips,
milks, and wet cat foods (anything but generic).
She is a cat who cannot be tamed;
she roams as she pleases and defies gravity
as she jumps from roof to roof.
Her tail once caught on fire and she once fell off a roof;
some may say she's bulletproof.
I am glad she has so many lives to spare,
because if I lost her I'd be aloof.