Originally Posted by Lola the cat:
“Where's the scarf?????”
I used to be a tartan scarf, but now I'm all in shreds
My pills and bobbles tattered and strewn across the bed
The doorbell rang quite early upon the New Year's morn
And my owner staggered to the door, hung over in the dawn
But when the door was opened, he thought no-one was there
And didn't notice the little cat that sneaked past him upstairs
My owner's head was aching, couldn't even touch his curls
So back to bed he flopped again, untangling my tartan swirls
But as he slept so peacefully, the little cat got to work
With claws all sharpened purposefully, her duty didn't shirk
At first she tried to pull my pills, then chewed my lovely bobbles
I didn't like what she was at, I don't like being nobbled
Try as I might to wake my man, he slept on like a baby
While that wicked cat dug in her claws and flayed me
So now I'm consigned to the bin, an unwanted piece of tat
And what is wrapped round my man's neck? That blasted little cat....
But.....
.......being a canny Scottish scarf, I will have the last laugh,
For down his back when he awakes will be a trail of feline barf!
Not that I'm saying anything that wouldn't be suggestible
But to make sure nobody eats you up, make sure you're indigestible!



heh heh heh