CAN YOUR KAT OR DAWG TALK?

CAN YOUR KAT OR DAWG TALK?

Your slinky Persian female cat starts rubbing on your leg, she says; I can make you wow for some high-priced chow. I gently push her away, resisting her sly advances, she gives a long slow meow and says; I would be living a very dull life, if just lying here and not taking any chances. I smile and say; you know I love you Flo and I never ask what’s going on when you are screaming outside at night, I don’t think you and that huge muscular Tomcat are involved in a fight and when you come home, on your face is a sheer look of delight!

Then enters Bo our old hound dog, he boldly comes her way, gives a snort, and says; hey Flo, you better go, I own this Fort, she gives him her sly kitty look, and says; calm down you old flea-bitten clown, I’m going to read a Book, it’s written by a Famous Chinese Cook, I read to the end, it called; How to serve your friend.

I know I’m just a Fido, not as smart as Flo but there are a few things that I know, even though she keeps herself clean and neat, she is fed that crappy fishy grub but I get some great meat to eat. I often beg by my Master’s table side and from his hand to my mouth some great things slide. Besides, what do you think, when she pees outside on the plants they all die and boy what a stink!

So, on and on we abide, I must be kind to her even though by Nature we can’t exist together. If I do act up against her I will spend my days in the yard Dog House, with me, a mouse, the bugs, and cold weather. Flo has an in with our Master, Lady Lynn who loves her more than me. Flo jumps up onto her lap to take a nap, she cuddles up, and happily, loudly she does purr, a content feline filled with glee.

Author Ken
July 6, 2017