Daddy Kiril has been hogging the computer and writing up a storm, sharing his thoughts on all of it.
One post he wrote and a few links he found and shared, gave me some thing to do besides nap and snooze, getting my creative juices flowing.
It has been a year since the last 100 Word Cat Story was posted on this blog and just over 2 years since our last 200 Word Cat Story.
Elvira and I are both embarrassed by this discovery and, with this post, we hope to return to telling such tales on a regular basis; The archives are in the category list in the sidebar.
By the way...Elvira & I have decided to name our stroller, our Pussycat Purrambulator, our Feline Utility Vehicle....the General Meow. :-D
My research inspired my latest creation and I hope you enjoy it and share it with friends....
The Cat of Hazzard County By Sneakers the Texian Tuxedo
There once was a dashing young cat named Bubba
Who caused the ladies to meow, "hubba, hubba, hubba!"
He roamed all over Hazzard County
Where, like certain humans, on his head was a bounty.
Around his neck he wore a Confederate Battle Flag bandanna
This fact alone drove the sheriff bananas,
As he’d sneak into stores, snitching treats,
Causing havoc as deputies chased him through the streets.
One day he took a nap on the roof of a car,
A most comfortable snooze, by far.
Its rooftop stars and bars
Made it much more attractive than other cars.
He felt the wind in his whiskers when he awoke
The car was doing 100, no joke!
He hung on for dear life, thinking, “Hiss! This ain’t funny!”
As Bo and Luke gave the sheriff a run for his money.
The Dukes soon made their getaway,
And Daisy took Bubba in her arms assuring him all was OK.
Cooter fed him tuna and gave him catnip,
And he lay dreaming in Uncle Jesse’s lap, oh what a trip!
As Bubba grew old
This story was embellished each time it was told;
Of a cat who was a rebel
Having fun causing trouble!