Where is my damnable slave?! (36)

Edited 17 Aug 08, 5:48 PM by whisky12

Mistress_Susannah wrote: Ignore him completely. He'll soon come running!

That's exactly what I was thinking.

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Once upon a time there was a one eared ginger tom called Freddy and a small but dominant and feisty mottled black lady cat called Zora. They lived together in a house with their Mistress who served their every whim night and day, showering them with love, kisses and tastey little fishes.

One day some nasty humans drove by and threw out of their car a beautiful white and grey girl cat who ran hastily for cover into a gutter leading to Freddy and Zora's cellar. Here she cowered and howled for three days before the Mistress of the house was finally able to lure her upstairs (with aforementioned fishes) and adopt her into her feline family.

A difficult period ensued. Freddy took one look at this new arrival with her stunning white fur and bewitching blue eyes and fell head over heels in love. Zora was no less impressed, although being the Supreme Lady of the household took it all in her stride and welcomed her new friend with playfulness and gentle dignity.

Things were not quite so simple for the poor Freddy however, being prey as he was to his passionate instincts of servility to fierce and domineering females, and so he lost his head. While Zora daintily amused her new companion with monkey dancing on her hind legs through the french windows, an activity she maintained at a sensible distance so as to gently enthrall her new guest, Freddy was overcome by his emotions and began clumsily blundering around causing the most confusion and offense.

So began his over zealous campaign to charm his new beloved, and as with all boys who lose their heads, he conducted himself in ways that were most annoying and offensive. Again and again he attempted to impress his beautiful new Queen by dashing towards her at full speed and pouncing frantically on invisible mice at her feet. These desperate attempts to gain her favour met repeatedly with furious hissing. Poor Freddy. Faced with such outrage he would creep into a corner, although as close to her as possible of course, and lay motionless, prostrated, dejected and miserable at his failure to please.

Learning from his mistakes was, like many slavish creatures, not Freddy's strong point. And so his adolescent behaviour continued to aggravate the one he most longed to conquer. More than life itself did he desire to lure her into his cardboard box where he could sleep with her and occasionally lick her ears. Between bouts of pouncing on invisible mice he would retreat to his cardboard box and sit awaiting her with great anticipation. But she remained steadfast, untempted and most of all, furious.

But as time went by, and with a little help from Zora who would jump into the box with Freddy (much to Freddy's delight) and look coquettishly at her new friend, the proud and aloof beauty began to take a more active interest. Her irritation gave way to curiosity, and curiosity to delight, and so Freddy's clumsy antics began to be rewarded.

The moral of the fable is never underestimate the hidden pleasures of a cardboard box.

And you can shut up