Now with all the fracking going on, ignoring global warming, and
our continual usage of fossil fuel, and polluting the water, you might conclude
that human beings are the only animals capable of destroying their habitat –
not so and our cats are living proof of this.
“You see that wooden moose hat rack hanging on the wall over
there?” Pawline pointedly pointed out to her liter mates.
“Yep”, drawled Lamont.
“Uh huh,” continued Patchtricia.
“Well, it has lots of things hanging from it, to whit, an orange
extension cord, a pair of coveralls, a winter coat, a back support thingy, a
hanger, a pair of overalls, a fish frying rack for the barbecue a bungee cord and several
hats.” Extolled Pawline.
“Yeah, some moose rack. Where did that cockeyed thing ever come
from? Asked Lamont.
“I know,” replied Patricia, “Weird Wild Laurie. Have you seen all that
strange metal stuff outside the door in the stream the runs down the hill. She
is responsible for giving to our furless ones. I understand she and her mate,
the one with a single letter for a name J, are addicted to these garage sales. I
know it makes little sense as they have not bought a single garage yet but come
back with all this other stuff and give it to our furless servants. Though in the case of the moose rack, I think she talked our Oooo or Hugh furless one
into buying it himself. I think she mind have some of your mind clouding
abilities Lamont.”
“That would explain a lot,” Lamont added then continued, “but those
hats up there on the moose rack are really intriguing. I think one came from
Granada, and the other the furless ones got when riding mules down the Grand
Canyon. What do you suppose we should do with them.”
“Eat them!” said the normally demure Patchtricia.
They did.
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