Cat Racket
Cat Racket
Is my Cat a wanton Harlot?
"Meeeoww!" Was the noise that got me up out of bed at 02.00am.
I heard it again. . .against some Dervish Music, throbbing Drum 'n Bass.
"MeeeeeeOOOOOOOOOWW!" Hairs standing on the nape of my Neck, I cautiously ambled over to the bedroom window and gingerly opened the curtains.
And what did I see? Four surly Youths sitting in their Ford Escort Customized Motor leering and looking all slavish and unruly with the Boom Box on full blast as my Cat was Belly Dancing on the car bonnet wearing a pair of my Dear Wife's Bloomers.
She was yowling and making the same sort of racket Cleopatra did when she seduced Mark Anthony.
Well, I stormed outside, but just like a rabble of Hell Bound Bats they all shot off into the night.
Well,no Bloody milk for her tomorrow, Begad!
Kitty is merely testing her powers of seduction my dear, as all young ladies must. Though she went a little over-the-top (a simple purr and rubbing up would have sufficed), her belly dance was certainly the closest these youths and their customised vehicle will get to erotica old chap. Teach Kitty that vulgar posturing never appeals to a true gentleman.
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Walking your cat part 2 - Leash and the Racket
