John's brother, Don, came around yesterday. He hates cats. Ollie was dozing in the sunlight by the lounge window. "Look at that lazy sod of a cat," said Don. He rushed over to Ollie and stamped his feet and shouted, "Shoo, scat you good-for-nothing cat. Get out!!!"

Naturally, Ollie never moved a muscle. He yawned.

Don was annoyed. "That cat is abnormal," he said, "he should be terrified." Don reached out and sloshed Ollie across the chops. Ollie blinked and shook his head in surprise. He put up a paw to rub his stinging nose.

I grabbed up my darling Ollie like an avenging angel. "Slosh that cat again" I snarled "and I'll slosh you!"

Ollie had never been sloshed by a human before and he didn't bear a grudge. But I did!! I will never understand some humans. Give me a cat any day.

Copyright © Beverley Dunlop
May 24, 2000