Play it again,Sham…
We’ll always have Purris,my dear!
Ahhhhhh,peace fur a while! I made good my escape to Catsblanca,and have found a kindred spirit in the dainty Molly.She too is on the run from her would be swain,Lord Chumley of Rainonpuss on Thames.A dastardly dude is he!The not so knightly knight had spirited her off to his catsle without so much as a fur-thee-well!Daily this knight would puress his suit (but he never quite got out all the wrinkles),but she remained steadfastly loyal to her true love,Sir Tupper of Ware on Trent.
One dark and stormy knight (he was in a bad mood because of a batch of catfish well past its expiry date),he came crashing into her room (never did figure out how to work the handle),demanding she cede to his charms and marry him at once!She picked up a sconce…When he regained consciousness,he found her gone furever…
We spent many a happy murment together at Sham’s,playing “Kitten on the Keys”,and “Allie Cat” and “As Fur Balls Fly”…but it was not to last!Lord Chumley has tracked her down,and is even now purrsuing her!He’s on a British Shorthair flight to Catsablanca and she must hair off to purrts unknown!
Tags: casablanca, catsablanca, Molly
May 20th, 2008 at 12:00 pm
Poor Molly! Poor Raffy! Love your tails
May 20th, 2008 at 12:15 pm
What a fun blog! I’m sure by now you actually think in cat words! You’ve slowed my reading some — really stumbled over “catsle” but I imagine if I read you often enough, I’ll catch on quickly. Do you write and illustrate for children?
Thanks for the link in your blog roll. I spent a while looking through all your interesting links. I’m still waiting for my transfers and WordPress upload to take effect! Can’t wait to get started.
Barb
May 20th, 2008 at 2:10 pm
Ah yes,when the wool of furtune spins,who knows where it will stop? (And thanks!)