The Story of a Fat Black Cat

The fat black cat was lazy.--but he was loved. He had a favourite place to sleep--up above. High up in the ganghut tree-- on a stump. He would struggle up it daily-- he was plump. He had several whiskers missing-- due to fights. He always preferred darkness--never light. His eyes they really sparkled-- they were green. Often he"d go missing--never seen. He always turned up early-- for his food. He purred around your legs -- he was good. His rough tounge lapping milk-- it was pink. He never went near water-- except to drink. He liked to lie on beds-- spread out flat. He was very hard to lift-- he was fat. He would stare out any window-- he was nosey. He loved electric fires-- they were cosy. His life was good and rich -- he was happy. until the household bought a PUPPY!--it was Yappy. It encroached upon his space--that he hated. But what to do about it --he just waited. He hatched a cunning plan-- he was clever. To get rid of that silly dog-- once and forever. He would tell him of a meeting-- get together. That the dog would have to go there--oh what ever! The silly dog went with him-- his tail wagging. He did not take much persuading--no, no nagging. Come and meet your fellow friends-- other hounds. Fat cat promptly ditched him--in the dog pound. There was uproar in the house-- wheres the dog? But fat cat he just slept-- like a log. He grew bigger in retirement-- rather large. But he knew the house was his --i"m in charge!