Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Spice

Spice was my gold calico cat.
When I moved, I could not find him;
And I had to travel, thinking that
Spicelessness was gonna be grim.
Across the ocean I arrived
At my new home, and settled in.
The packed boxes I sent survived.
Now unpacking - where to begin?
One of the boxes made a sound -
Weak, but familiar to my ear.
Opening the box up, I found
My fur ball, and I held him dear.

"Hugs and kisses later," meowed Spice.
"Food and water now would be nice."