Blazon for Poppi:

my cat Poppi who is as wise as night-time

and as sensible as the day;

who mothers me as I mother her;

my cat Poppi who is small and sleek,

not black though she looks black,

but sable, red-brown in the light;

who loves warmth and lies by the heater

or tucks herself under blankets;

whose little face is the sweetest;

who loves to cuddle, purring;

who, being profoundly deaf,

has mastered body language 

and an expressive miaow;

who likes to rest on her pillow 

on my bed, to be near me;

who is nocturnal and spends her nights

up on the window-sill, gazing out at the street

or in daytime peers through the big glass door 

at nothing I can see, but she is fascinated;

who is Burmese, and likes to be up high,

leaping with agility despite her old age; Poppi who 

is the perfect cat for me at this late time of my life.

A blazon is a French form which lists attributes of the beloved.

I'm linking this to Friday Writings #158 at Poets and Storytellers United, where we are invited to write about what comes to mind when we see the word "prioritize".  This poem was already written, but it's hard to think of a better fit. My little cat is a top priority for me, as she is dependent on me for absolutely everything — a responsibility I take very seriously, as well as gladly.