How difficult it is to hide anything from Aunt Emelia. When she asked Adelaide to house-mind she said, “Definitely no cats.”
Aunt Emelia was going overseas for her annual break. She would be away for six weeks. Six weeks without a cat! Goodness! There was no way Aunt Emelia would know if Adelaide brought her cat along.
Bring the cat she did. The scratching on the back of the sofa was a little hard to hide. The cat fur worked its way deep into the carpet. The stench of cat pee was unable to be disguised. The light-coloured kitchen wall next to the cat bowl was stained by flying cat food.
After six weeks, Aunt Emelia returned.
Adelaide wasn’t paid.
Adelaide was sent a bill for damages.
Adelaide was written out of the will.
How catty is that?
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
Jeez, some folks are so house-proud.
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Thanks fur your comment!
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That’s purrfectly OK, Bruce.
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Meow!
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Don’t be going all catty on me, please.
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Just a thought – serious question… Do they have water rats in the Venice canals? 😦
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You bet they do! I’ve only seen one, but they keep different hours than I do.
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Catastrophic!
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Adelaide should have made a fee-line for the nearest exit…
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Cat lovers can be forgiving of the sins of cats, though these are well cat-alogged in the feline cat-echism. But non cat-lovers are not so blind, or anosmic….
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When it comes to the smell of cat pee, anosmia may be a blessing in disguise!
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I have had anosmia for about 10 years now, and never knew the word until now!
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See, knowing Cynthia educates us all!
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The Baltimore Cat-echism has made me think that “Baltimore” would be an excellent name for a cat.
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Yes, a great name…then you could write a Cat-echism from Baltimore’s point of view….it would sell like hotcakes!
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Hot cakes would be like a cat on a hot tin roof?
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Maybe….I don’t know where that expression comes from, now that I think about it. But I do know that almost anything about cats can bring in the bucks….there are so many cat lovers out there!
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Then a cat-echism might not be such a bad thing… we could combine it with a Papal Bull.
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…and just a bit of Dog-ma so it would sound important to those who are more canine oriented…..
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LOL ! Disguised as a encyli-cat-call.
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but still had her cat 🙂
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Do you have a cat, Sylvie? I suppose not with your moving around??
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Being written out of the will was a catastrophy, but nobody is purrfect.
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Here’s me trying to improve your accent yesterday with “liddle bidder budder” – you surely meant to type “cadastdrophy” – litter-ally!
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Aunt Emilia is obviously a cataphobe and therefore lacking in heart! But Adelaide had a badly behaved cat and should not have ventured into public with it! Orlando would never behave like that – except maybe for the flying food stains. After all the excess has to be shaken off at the end of every meal.
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Flying food stains sounds like something out of science fiction!
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Well there’s another idea for your stories. You’re welcome!
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Orlando is a Maine Coon, is he not? My two cats, Hallelujah (Lulu) and Beauregard (Beau), being from around here, are Maine Coon hybrids, otherwise known as mongrels, or, as they say in Australia, moggies.
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I never knew of a Maine Coon until now – although looking at pictures I have seen plenty in real life. My cat is just a cat – which accounts for its rather ordinary name of “Pussy Cat” as opposed to the wonderful sophistication of Orlando, Hallelujah, and Beauregard. She get’s reminders from the vet in the mail addressed to “Pussy Cat Goodman” – which is a rather humiliating experience (for the cat’s keeper).
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We call them Moggies too. Orlando is indeed a pure bred with his roots in your territory. He’s a lovely boy and answers to ‘Tig’ amongst his family members, but we would never broadcast that fact! Personally I think naming your cats Hallelujah and Beauregard was a stroke of genius!!
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Beau was a stray, wandering around because his elderly mistress died, and no one in her family wanted him. He has the most gorgeous green eyes that look right through you….with cataracts, now. Lulu got her name because someone picked her up off the street and left her at the Salvation Army near where we lived. She was only about eight months old, the vet said, and when we took her there to be spayed, already had little foetuses inside of her. A streetwalker she was, at an early age, and once was lost but now was found so we called her Hallelujah! (We couldn’t call her Amazing Grace, because that was our dog’s name, at the time!)
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Wonderful stories! I’ve just shared this and we have all laughed and giggled and thought what lucky animals! xo
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It would possibly have been my luck in a past life to have been a stray tom, been blessed on being discovered by wonderful people, only to be taken to the vet for an… operation !
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LOL!
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Yes, if the cat had not been so badly behaved, thereby making Adelaide a bad house sitter, or if Adelaide had cleaned up after the cat, grouchy Aunt Emeline would not have known, unless she had allergies. Bad behavior all round here, Bruce.
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Which is why nice people keep pet rats.
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or dogs.
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When I think of the time gone by
Adelaide, Adelaide!
And I think of the way I tried
Adelaide!
I could honestly die
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Call a lawyer and sue me, sue me… !
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Shoot bullets through me!
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You just want me to say the next line!
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When you wind up in jail
Don’t come to me to bail you out!
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LOL! I thought the next line was “I love you” !!!!!
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Yes, that’s Nathan’s next. line….but I was singing Adelaide….I love doing Adelaide’s Lament with a Brooklyn, NY accent!
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I would love to hear it!
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There are two sorts of people in this world: those who know the words to Guys and Dolls and those who don’t. I find it a more reliable guide to quality than accent, dress sense, size of car or watch.
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I wish to make a correction to your statement: there are three sorts of people in this world: those who know the words to Guys and Dolls and those who don’t, AND those who know how to look it up on Google!
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…who now know at least some of the words!!
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E.g. Oh hello Dolly!
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I’d claw her eyes out
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That would be a-paw-ling
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I saw the point, Bruce. Cats hate the company of other cats.
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You have extracted the point exactly!
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I used to have 5 cats, so it would have been hard to fool Aunt Emelia 🙂
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You’d be 5 times written out of the will!
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A catastrosphe!
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