by Anglo-American Farmer Bodwyn Wook
Lydia, our newest, has been declawed somewhere along the line, has installed herself atop the fridge as Queen Empress and Mother Superior (we are at home in an old convent here in southern MN) — and Lydia bitchslaps the other three cats here with abandon! She gave me a HARD whap the other day, when I reached to dethrone her before she should send all of the bread loaves and Weetabix flying. Then, on this last warmish and sunny Saturday afternoon, from the limestone crown of the brick walled porch she glared down with fierce disapprobation at Miss Emma Pouncer, leaped down all of a sudden to rush over and positively cuff Emma “up ‘longside her haid!” Lydia keeps lists and holds grudges, and she well may have been reproving Emma for her untimely rush at the Horrid Robin on the previous Sunday, as it was Lydia who was the Leading Cat in that operation….
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 17 May 2009]