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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Just a short story of the joys of living with a cat, a kelpie, a labrador. Sometimes they play in a peaceful house, sometimes it’s like a war. Like this morning, the red dog played tug of war all over the yard out the back. For an hour both dogs pushed and pulled, stopped, sort of retired but then they’d both attack. This was fun and joyous and lively, entertaining playing in harmony, peace, love and bliss. Nothing could go wrong, nothing, as long as the cat wasn’t there, nothing could go amiss. Well, you see this is where it got tricky, tricky when the kelpie decided to go in the house. Inside where the cat was sleeping beside her kittens, sleeping like a mouse. The red dog made it as far as the kitchen, that’s when play war became something so real. From nowhere, a once quiet cat became psycho, attacking the dog like he was a meal. The dog had no idea the cat had learnt to fly so fast, using razor sharp talons as wings. The cat held on using all four feet, clawing at his back, legs, belly and, well, other things. Shocked and dismayed, I jumped, I flew to calm this crazy, insane, deranged situation. I grabbed the cat with both hands saving the dog from imminent castration. Talons once meant for the dog now bore down into each of my tender fingers. I screamed a scream not heard since the battlefields screams on Flanders. The cat, I taught her to fly again, fly straight, like a dart, across the room into a wall. I stood there, hands and arms covered in blood, the aftermath after the brawl. After I’d stemmed the flow, washed and bathed and patched my many wounds up. I staggered outside, my back was buggered too, to see the kelpie playing again, like a pup. Oh man, not a scratch on you, so I hobbled back inside, hobbling and holding my head. There asleep, purring peacefully not sore at all, were the kittens and their mum, upon my bed. Did they learn a lesson not to go near each other, to keep a look out, to always keep a distance? Nope, not a thing, it’s me that learnt though, not to get involved for my own existence.
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