In the realm of the heart, there struts an orange chap, A tabby cat of iron will, known as Hermes on the map. His stripes of sun-kissed tangerine, his fire eyes aglow, Defying his own tale of woe.

He dances with a tilt, a twist, an unsteady gait, Adorned with cerebellar hypoplasia is his fate. Yet his spirit knows no limits, bound by no decree, In the swiftness of his chase, he’s as agile as can be.

Oh, the twinkling mischief in his sunlit eyes, Chasing after siblings under cerulean skies. Bounding, laughing, swiping, leaping in playful jest, He surely puts their patience to the test.

But when the day’s adventures dwindle to a close, His heart yearns for a pause, a peaceful repose. He curls in a fuzzy, warm ball, nestles tight and snug, A lover of cuddles, a purring bug.

Fetching is his game, a well-loved toy held dear, A routine splash of joy, bringing smiles ear to ear. And though he stumbles, trips, and sometimes may fall, His radiant spirit remains enthralled.

Hermes, the tabby cat, is a tale of love and zeal, A testament to resilience, a joy that’s real. He’s more than his condition, a sparkling soul so bright, A beacon in the shadows, radiating light.