Craze Meister Threes

The cat was crazy, so we named him Craze Meister Threes. He was irrational, a fire ball who took down Christmas Trees. Why did you name him Three’s? My mother asked concerned. It’s because he has three times three lives, we easily discerned. Craze Meister Threes was a runaway tornado and storm. He took no prisoners, and kept our feet cozy and warm. We woke up sometimes with his harem of ladies in our bed. We did not know if they had shots, or if they were betrothed or wed. Can large white tom cats have more than one wife? I asked my vet. He rolled his disgusted blue eyes; he thought I had a despicable pet. Craze Meister Threes had bit his finger off, and it had turned pee brown. He had never forgiven him, but there was only one vet in our town. Take that monster to cat day care, my mother said, I will pay the way. So we took Craze Meister Threes to Cat City that very next Wednesday. He gets to go three times a week, and he loves it like his kitty crunch. When he gets home he is so tired, all he can do is lie in a heap or a bunch.