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In Fine Fettle Kahlua is in fine fettle, since my son's black Labrador, came storming through our front door, she escaped somewhere. We didn't known how or where, frightened cats have reason to be, unaware of large canine's velocity, after all it could happen "me god" to you or to me. A bustling near stranger chases a resident around her home, the quirky feline is unaccustomed to the stormy entrance, finds no place inside, as a homebody she seldom roams. Unknowingly later on we went on a chore came back home, "Where is the cat, did you see, is she hiding inconspicuously?" Searched in the closets, behind the furniture, crannies familiar and more, did our pet in terror run away, a nine year old feline in semi darkness outside can't survive, blamed my son and his untrained mutt. Breathless heart pounding, such is an animal lover's luck, tragedy, damn missing companion, lots of but, but, buts. I drove around the neighbourhood calling shaking her treats, her disappearance appeared hopelessly complete... scenarios contemplated just became abject defeats. In futility I heard my wife speak, "Shaped like a ball that puss had hid!" We drank vodka, were relieved... Our mighty lion isn't too dumb, determined unseen secretively, "Only fools run, smart cats stay!" Author: Roy Schoenberg - September, 2004 - Bay Shore, New York. |
  Feline Kahlua and black labrador Cooper. |
