RxRy

I can neither confirm nor deny these rumors.
However, I can tell you that I've met the man
whom you think I am.
He walks tall and has perfect pitch.
He remembers everything you bought him
for his fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth birthdays,
including, but not limited to,
the red swiss army knife
which later cut his flesh.
He told me that travels often
but its home that he loves best,
and his shoulder don't sag
when he smiles.

Cast your lots
I lost the cats.