In memory of our cat called"Atom."

In memory of our cat called"Atom."

Some two inches from my nose
The frontier of our family lies motionless
Breathless, once that blows you like blazes.
Yet he beckons you to fondle himself,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
He has no gun, but he can scratch on your heart.

(note)
Atom is dead today. He was 21 years old.
There are some quotations in this poem. But I don't specify it.