It was a sunday morning, i was going for

It was a sunday morning, i was going for a stroll in the park,

with George Suerat. It was hot, but I carried my parasol to shade my delicate skin & clung to George's arm. Look! There's Franz! What is he doing with that nurse here in the park?

But is was a pretty surreal rendezvous when the monkeys tidied all the fish away and the cat sat wherever he dam well pleased as long as the elevators went up to the tenth floor

studio apartment. Ten trained tapirs tenaciously deboned ten tongol tuna in Tufty's apartment. He was a fastidious tabby, didn't like to dirty his paws during lunch

He often mistook the sounds of tomato cans being opened for tuna. His human had be cajoled into buying these cans of tuna for him, twice a year. It was long overdue this time!

She back peddled on the linoleum floor. Where was the tuna? Then she noticed the cat-carrier, a trap! A large hand grabbed the scruff of her neck.

Into the carrier she went, and off to the stinking veterinarian. The next morning she woke up in a plastic e-collar with the fur shaved off her tum. The fiends! They had removed

electric bio-nuclear sensor that helped her detect incoming submarines. She had been warned about vets. Her beautiful fur! *Sob* It wasn't enough to be deactivated they had

marred her! She raised the handful of fur to the sky and swore blood vengeance and set the fur on fire and threw it up where the wind carried it away to it's destination in Hell.