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LITANY   OF   CAT   COMPLAINTS


Why so glum Rusty? Offered Max  as a tentative 
One-no-trump   opener.
     Well, it’s all down to you guys  -
     Rusty offered a thought,“They mix us all up and don’t know who to blame.
     And they  use  all sorts of names
     Behind my back and  -- to strangers if you please!”
     It’s  “That fat bastard” or  “the black one”
     Or if they feel in a good  mood
     “The fat one” or just “Fat Face”
C’mon  Rusty, tell us your real name and we won’t laugh
C’mon I have heard it  already and so has  Jimbo
So it’s no secret. All the guys know it.
      OK -   so it’s  “Tiddles”   -  all right? 
      “He hawhehwaw -  wat ! ! ??” (widespread guffaws)
Jimbo snorted  “Effeminacy personified! 
You should refuse to answer until they call you
Rusty or Bobby  or some real man’s name”
You should spray on his new flowers when they call you Tiddles
And on the window sill if he serves up that same packet cat food again
         Good idea!    I reckon I will.   
Max added  “And    did you hear  my  people  
Shouting and screaming yesterday?”
I said “What’s the big deal?  
So  I ate two half-cooked sausages  - and on the floor. So?”
But there was no appeal to reason:
I was  slapped with her   pink slipper, and 
They went hysterical  and I was  flung out.
Let me tell you I sprayed all her tulips as well as his freakin’ dahliasl” 
       Yeah, and my flower garden got a double dose yesterday too
       After he called me Fat Face to the milkman.
Jimbo, whats the story with the tail?
How come you don’t curl your tail 
Around  the feet like us?
Didn’t read the chapter on  TAILS in your  cat  handbook?
He haw He haw he ! !
        Rusty -remember the Nissan Primera?
Yeah, Jimbs, I recall the story now.  
       “This story was an old rusty Ford” said Max
        The rusty fender fell on your tail.
        The story has moved upmarket now with a Primera.
        Anyhow, the tail just doesn’t sit neatly around your feet.
        You lnow -  I think I’d have it seen to.
Oh don’t mention “seen to” to me again, after 
What they did to my unmentionables.
I don’t want to be “seen to" ever again. 
       Max threw in his sardonic final comment
       You’re not likely to have to be “seen to” again Jimbs.
       And no one can blame you for Lucy being pregnant again
Automatically, as usual in these situations, we all instantly added
Not me !    Not me !    Not me !
“He haw ! ! ” (widespread guffaws)
………and so   to  sleep…….



24 May  2020
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