tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post4973659325846487725..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: Beware the Cat (A Fake Tale of Feline Brutality)W.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-29649720307695063242011-07-24T04:55:17.147-05:002011-07-24T04:55:17.147-05:00Exactly how I felt about cats when I was younger.....Exactly how I felt about cats when I was younger... maybe it explains my dislike for them. ;)mrs.burkettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11308834109325145958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-22494310582360965782011-07-23T19:27:04.472-05:002011-07-23T19:27:04.472-05:00His claws would have been the least of my worries....His claws would have been the least of my worries. He would have been, "Felix the Danderball."W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-35026437143076259012011-07-22T10:03:49.708-05:002011-07-22T10:03:49.708-05:00When the girls were younger and we were living in ...When the girls were younger and we were living in the last house we had Felix, the dapper assassin-cat. One night he crouched under a table near the hallway that led to the bedrooms. <br /><br />First, my youngest walked down the hall to bed. It was run, swipe, "Wah!". A little later, my oldest daughter walked down the hall to bed. Run, swipe, "Owie!" A bit later my wife walked down the hall to bed. Run, swipe, "Stupid cat!" <br /><br />When it was my turn to go down the hall I listened to the rapid approach of little cat feet, then turned suddenly, stooped down and spread my arms wide, shouting, "What?" <br /><br />Felix hit the front brakes, causing the rest of his body to accordion-fold behind him like a cartoon. Then he acted as if he suddenly rememembered he had an appointment elsewhere.Night Writernoreply@blogger.com