When my children were young, years ago
My daughter's black cat was her pride and joy
He was used to going wherever he wanted to go
He owned the house and was a pugnacious boy
He ran into a raccoon one night
That was wandering through the yard
This unwelcome trespass led to a fight
And the cat let down his guard
He suffered a nasty bite on the neck
After sewing it up, the vet installed a collar
So that, at the stitches he could not peck
Now unable to defend himself he could only holler
“Do not let him go out”, the doctor said
But one night when I was alone
It was late, I was ready for bed
In my boxers, waiting for my wife to come home
When suddenly the door blew open
The cat was gone, as fast as you could please
No time to dress, I followed to my neighbor's bushes grop'en
Under his teenage daughter's window, bent down on my knees
Then a car approached, to my fright
It was his daughter and her boyfriend, Oh glory!
There in my underwear, in the car's headlight
Thank God, the cat had the consideration to stay and back my story
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sorenbarrett (
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a very believable & enjoyable tale sir .. sounds like it was one of those oops as he stoops kinda situations .. 🙂
One that I'm sure I'll never forget--unfortunately Thanks for reading Neville
Good write SB.
Thanks for stopping by.
Black cat in witness box ? A convincing Meow?
Glad your are out now, Soren.
Misunderstandings are commonplace when it comes to human interactions,, yours was well told and and great fun...as I wasn't in your situation ....
Thanks so much for your review Dave and your comments.
Leaves on breathless! A true story telling poem. Most delightful.
Thank you Cryptic I appreciate your review and comment and yes it was a true story.
Good fun write soren, these things do happen.
Andy
Thank you Andy this was one of those things you don't easily forget. Thanks for the comment and review
A delightful tale and at least they were boxers thankfully.
No whitey tighties for me. Thanks for the review and comment
so much fun
had those minutiae details
of a true story..
a lovely read, thank you!
Unfortunately it is a true tale. Thank you L.B. for your review and kind comments. Your words are always deeply appreciated.
This is a wonderful, engaging story with a punch line that is priceless. I always love a burst out loud at the end. And I love your rhyming patterns, each line flows so beautifully to the next. This is a fav!
Bella so glad you enjoyed it. It was more fun to write about years later than it was to go through at the time. Thanks again so much for the read.
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