British Blue Moo

I’m a rare British blue,
But really who knew?
I’m pampered and spoiled,
Whilst my owners do toil,
I just like to sleep all day,
On the bed or the stairs,
The garden is my place to play,
But I also like to snore and sigh,
Until the clouds, all go by,
I wake up for some food,
But only if I’m in the mood,
For a scratch under the chin,
And that’s just where you should begin,
And you should continue to stroke
Until with my paw, I will poke,
Or nip gently at your hand,
I’m gentle and soft,
Pretty with beautiful eyes too,
I’m Morrissey Morrissey Morgan or Moo to you