So the diminishing tribe <br />of wild cats <br />got together and agreed hey times is gettin' tough <br />we need a strategy. <br />Urgently; ideally <br />a subject race <br />with superior paws <br />while we wait for evolution <br />to do its thing. How about <br />using easily-fooled, sentimental <br />old Two-legs? <br />They got great hands, <br />sexy bastards. <br /> <br />Right guys, <br />we need to be smaller than wild - <br />-the smaller, the more sentimental Two-legs gets; and <br />catch them young, they're yours for life...; <br /> <br />and we need just enough variety too <br />because Two-legs like to think they're all unique and different <br />and they can impose the image of their uniqueness <br />on their own pussy <br />and love us almost as much <br />as they love themselves - for their kids, <br />as much as life itself... <br /> <br />just enough character, in short, <br />to make us prized, but not enough character <br />to get us into war, or divorce, or corporate fraud... <br /> <br />The Egyptian wild cat proposed <br />that being seen as sacred to temples <br />would enhance status; <br />but other cool cats pointed out <br />that temples might get neglected in time; <br />better far to be a god(dess) of the hearth <br />than the temple. Agreed nem con. <br /> <br />And that took care of all the smaller details like evolution, <br />the rearing of cows, <br />and tin-openers. Bingo! <br /> <br />That's funny. The cat just jumped on the keyboard <br />and scratched me.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-skills/
