Til alle katteelskere

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Inspirert av Myrsnipas tråd, der det så ut til at FP delte seg i to leire etterhvert, føler jeg for å dele dette med dere.

Dette er min hyllest til to av de vakreste, flotteste, smarteste og mest personlige pusegutter jeg noensinne har vært borti.
To inderlig søte, sosiale og kosete katter, så ulike som to kullbrødre kunne være: Leon var langlemmet, slank og med kullsort pels og orientalske trekk etter siameserpappaen, Odin var kraftig og full av rødt og hvitt, langt fluff etter skogkattmammaen.

Værsågod - Feline Feelings:

I have two splendid specimens
a pair quite without presedence
one soft as velvet, black as night
the other fluffy, red and white

They occupy with many things
like catfights and occational flings
and wondering what they’ll get to eat:
Will it be chicken, fish or roasted meat?

And if I fail to buy them food
or if they’re just not in the mood
they sing to me - quite adequate! -
the Ballad of The Hungry Cat

I feed them meat, and they want fish
or any other absent dish
I let them out, and they begin
to scratch the window to get in

Companions, brothers, quite a team
who never fails, as it may seem,
to chase the poor bewildered cat
who stray onto their habitat

Oh, you should see them go about:
When one goes in, the other’s out
they help each other, taking turns
on having that intruder learn

The two has caused me many frowns
with rampages an tearing-downs
my CD-player is no more:
It smashed against the concrete floor

When picture frames fall off the shelves
or glasses tip all by themselves
the brothers look so innocent:
“This merely was an accident!”

I leave some porkchops to defrost
one hour later, they are lost
two pairs of eyes ask me the same:
“You cannot think we are to blame?”

But wonders, still, they are to me
their grace and feline dignity
their fiercest miaows and softest purr
their therapeutic silky fur

My house, my home, I with them share
the bed, the sofa and the chairs
and my conclution still is that
my life is nought - without a cat!