Once you have met Griffin you will understand
How he got his name. He has never been ordinary,
Early on he lost half a tooth when his face was knocked
Off his head, which then healed without a mark except
For an offhanded tilt that only personified his expression
With a slightly wild and intense grin

He is a Tom, his gray and white markings perfectly
Match Jerry the mouse’s Tom Cat, with the white
Collar different only in the obvious length of his
Persian hair, and the proud bush of gray tail constantly flickering.
Indeed, he might have been created by Disney himself
In the spirit world, and set down upon earth
To give our Neophyte the first seed of something
that really depended upon her for love and
Affection, notwithstanding the obvious necessity
Of succoring the feline’s palate, which she accommodated
With childish delight, cat nip, pink bling bling toys
And his own private tent complete with pillow and scratching pole
As if he needed one as he preferred to perch in the
Bleeding Mulberry on the walk, and to track his stained
Paws down the sidewalk.

No string connected to the ceiling was too high for
Griffin’s astounding leap to secure, no feathered
Creature perched on a thin high limb free from his
Lightening speed lurch. And his manners, truly
Impeccable, sitting on a chair or a couch erect
And conversational to wit, or attacking the feet
Of the occasional wayfaring stranger passing through
Who without thought cast a bedroll upon the floor

His eyes, well his eyes were the color of the amber stone
Nesting on the Genie’s altar cloth, bright, shiney and new looking, and no less
Intriguing, for their promise was intelligent, and certain

He followed her from room to room in canis lupus
Fashion, stalking her steps, flopping upon her bed
Belly up, waiting for a stroke, or sleeping soundly in
The other world of his dreaming, unable to be awakened

It was his arrival the night of the Full Moon, running
Ahead of the neophyte and taking his place firmly at
Her designated chair, sitting tall and silent, at attention,
That signaled her approach, he seemingly modeling for her
The goal of discipline and attention required for the
Acquisition of the gifts of Abramalin.

Not wanting to sound too cruel, but if I base my characters on just one person they tend to become stagnant I end up becoming uninspired. So you’re advice is great.