One Cool Cat

Mazsi the cat was strolling one night, when came down the road, a most curious sight. A yellow striped cat with a jazzy coat, big brimmed hat, bow tie ‘round his throat. Mazsi had to smile at such a silly sight, this striped yellow cat, thought he looked just right. Twirling a gold chain in his right paw, stepping down the street, waving at kittens he saw. He walked up to Mazsi and gave her a look, then all over his body he shook and shook. “Well lookey here at what I see, if you’re not the prettiest kitty there be.” Mazsi gave him a look and said to him, “You’re the kookiest cat from shoe to brim.” That jazzy cat was taken aback, how could this kitty, him attack. “Come now kitty, surely you can see, I’m the coolest cat, there ever will be. Come join me tonight and let down your hair, you and I can be a shmizally pair.” “With you by my side we can dancel all night, you and me such a jazzical sight. It’s down to the dance hall for a special affair, all of the hipsters and swingers are there.” Mazsi was curious and would like to party, but this crazy cats’ brain, seemed a bit tardy. “I know you think you’re quite hip, but on my radar you’re just a blip.” Cool Cat begged, “Come on, you kittiest of cats, I dressed for the night, right down to my spats. Take my paw and I’ll show you the town, we’ll swing and dance till the moon goes down.” Mazsi took his paw and right was he, he showed her the most fun there ever could be. Down at the Dance Hall a crowd had formed, under the moonlight the night was transformed. Cats of all colors were dancing to jazz, laughing and singing with pizzazz. Hubba hubba and root toot toot, across the dance floor the two did scoot. The moon sank low and music got slow, everyone knew it was time to go. Mazsi and Cool Cat had stolen the show, won the trophy, Mazsi and her new beau. Robert G Stoner Jr ©