August 22nd 2012 11:42 pm
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A Tail of two friend's and their failure to act.
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I met an old friend on London's brassy streets, just recently
A true and loyal friend,from years before.
An animal lover just like me.
"Sean! how are you? Is all well with you"
"Ti's Boyo, sure ti's indeed" With only minor ebb and flow
My chum comes from Old Erin's Isle, with it's forty shades of green.
So speaks a little differently from you and me.
He tells me there's actually shade's numbering forty one,
As American dollars are so popular there. Though hardly free.
How's the little wife I ask? and the fifteen wee bairns.
Ah! and sure an bejasus, they are brilliant don't you know.
Each sprouting like a weed, eating us out of house and home.
However its now two more,on the grow, changing my name to
"Duggar" he quipped,
I could tell all was far from right.
Sure enough, for he had strapped on his back,I now saw,
A tent, which by circumstance, quantum physics, nylon strap and duct tape,
was compelled to follow, wherever he needed to go.
A most truthful fellow was he, no lie would ever pass his lip's.
I beg you do not divulge this secret to him, if you ever chance to meet,
It twas this annoying lack of prefabrication which caused us to part.
A truthful man makes a poor drinking companion."In vino veritas est"
"In wine truth is" Yes and oft times an angry wife.
My dear comrade I says, I feel so sad to see you with such a flimsy
abode on shoulder and abroad, far from that sainted isle.
Yet slyly I had to smile, for he wore both Winter and Summer
wardrobe's on rake thin bones, while the
other season's,in suitcase carried in hand,
neatly he had folded , Fall and Spring.
Have you experienced some tragedy that has laid you so low?
Eagerly I anticipated the juicy story that surely would flow, all full
of sorrow and of woe.
But this was the legend that unfolded. Oh. The Horror! the horror!
"No tragedy, nor bad luck has brought me to this unfortunate state,but
actions of of my own foolish constructing.
So poor I be, I canna remember, when last my gums or tongue did any
culinary masticating
Frustrated, and with perhaps some dawning fear, a certain snappy inflection
to my conversation did appear.
Come now man!
Tell me what has occurred to bring you to this star struck fate.
Setting down case, while perching on it like some
leprechaun, with pituitary over activity.
Sighing deeply, this tale he unfolded.
"You remember when last we spoke, for the 12th daughter
a wee kitten, I had acquired, a tiny scrap of fur and claw,
If it weighed eight ounce's, soaking wet, sack and all, I would be
floored.
I swear. I never saw a sorrier sight. However this was of short duration.
For the critter, cheekily, commences itself to grow,
before the year was out, did tip the scale's at
10lbs fighting weight.
I paid for vet visits, cat toys, cute and nippy, food, plus treats.
which are to my way of thinking, just more food costing three times
as much, only in a pennies worth of gaudy and fancy wrapper.
I never tasted any difference in them,
"blushing madly he stammered."
I mean t t they aall llooked the same
If I turned around, sure there it was, wanting more.
Succulent beef, bright salmon and fresh rabbit,
delicacies that I never was offered.
Each night appeared, upon his plate.
Bathed and pampered, with his very own palatial bed.
Sheets and coverlet in the tartan of
The high king of Tara's royal weave
A chocolate cat mouse each night as if a holy offering
laid on pillow by his head. Me kids never ate so well.
You know me as a generous man Mick, but glory me that cat
was treated better than his Holiness the Pope.
Aye! there's the rub, no celibate priest, this furry chap.
His collar black leather! not starched white, turned back
Many a concubine he soon acquired. I felt just like a pimp for the
randy rascal.
A parade of upright tail passed my house from morn to nite
Huggy Bear, for nickname I was given I don't know its derivation,
yet it was carried along on raucous laughter every time
I went past my front door.
"I didn't have heart, Nor courage.to enlighten him as to its meaning"
Well you must surely guess the rest, twenty four week's later
The first litter appeared. From there, fast upon it's heels
came a deluge of feline cuteness, A wardrobe of tribbles couldn't hope to
compare with this bonny hoard.
I found good home's for the first fifty two, or so.
But err long my neighbours crossed the street and
spoke to me no more
In fearful apprehension that they would be compelled,
to accept a furry addition, to add to the other three or four.
I just left the auld Sod Mick, as if a snake St Patrick had espied.i was
driven forth.
For there's a contract on my life.
Felinoside being the charge!
I could not remove the randy rascals cat-hood
I've become a hunted, haunted, man.
To my everlasting shame,I have caused
the demise of a thousand kitten's, maybe more.
All from the loins of Catsanova
The wife she's left me! taken the kids and Kat's,
now lives in Ballybunion surrounded by the clan,
she is looking ever for a braver man.
His voice now breaking hoarse, with tears freely flowing
the tragic tale went on.
A man who can face the knife, and have the guts!
to take that bloody cat to visit the Vet.
I ask you Mick could you do that to any bloke?
Its just not right to snip away the little source of pleasure,
that make this life just bearable.
Come on man tell me you know the score.
With steely eye I looked upon my friend, then slowly turning,
I showed him my back.
The lettering was large on the sign I carried.
It was easy to read.being done in hue's neon bright.
It read.
Veterinary service's we provide.
Be a good owner
Spay and Neuter
for your furry friends.
this service we provide.
Be strong! you can do it, doesn't hurt a bit
for in the end you will loose much more, than you hope to keep.
It pays to Spay! be a friend,to dog and cat.
Or else someday your name on file, at the local
Animal Activist's website, will flash in ruby red.
It may be difficult and cause you worry but it's right for you
and that crafty furry fiend.So hurry.
Come my brother in catastrophe, away to the pub we will go,
to drown our sorrow's in liquid gold. and nectar black.
I once like you, loved neither wisely, nor to well,
I too played the coward, and could not face that unkindest cut of all.
For kitty or myself.
2,000 kittens from the cat allowed to be a Tom.
Twelve children from this lonely alone, macho man.
Copy-wright 2008 T.M.C
Written with tongue firmly in cheek, but the message is sincere ;}
August 22nd 2012 8:23 pm
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Tara
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White as snowflakes was your fur.
Soft as fairy kisses on my brow.
You whispered sweet cat sounds in my ear
to soothe the pain you knew was there.
I held you close for fifteen years,
Then you told me you had to bid goodbye.
Those who do not know, say. "Come on,
get over it" she was only a cat"
How little they understand. how lacking in
unconditional love they must be.
Her memory still causes my heart to contract.
As if in a vice grip! Yes even now, even today.
Hot sad tears roll down my cheeks.
I so wish for that gentle tongue,
to lick them dry.
Copywright ьзд2003 T.M.C
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