Post by DavidMc on Aug 28, 2006 17:23:03 GMT -6
It was a beautiful Sunday morning and I was sunning myself on the patio. I had just finished a wonderful tuna fish breakfast and was feeling rather dozy.
I heard a rustling in the bushes, and looking up and saw the distinctive shape of ‘gingernuts’. Gingernuts lived next door and had a habit of appearing at the most inopportune moments. I wrapped my tail over my eyes feigning sleep, but it didn’t stop his advance.
“Yo Tiger how’s it going bud?”
(Gingernuts considered himself the coolest Cat in the neighbourhood.)
“Mine have just gone off to church so thought I’d pay you a visit.
Yeah and wreck my Sunday morning snoozing I thought. I enjoyed my Sunday Mornings when all the humans went off to church, now I was being accosted by one of my own kind. Still I made an effort.
“Uh hello ginge.. grab a cushion..”
He didn’t need asking twice and settled on a plump maroon floor cushion..
“I’ve been thinking.. “ said Ginge, ears twitching..
Uh oh I thought, thinking and ginge are a catsymoron..
“Yes I’ve been thinking about Heaven and Hell”
I scratched my ear with my back leg.. “Blimey Ginge.. That’s a bit heavy isn’t it?”
Gingernuts wasn’t noted for his philosophical insights, but he was the best ratter in the neighbourhood.
“I’ve been thinking whether I would rather go to heaven or hell”
“So what’s brought this on.” I asked. Perhaps Sunday had gone to his head. I must admit I went to church quite a lot; it’s a great place to catch Mice.
“Well ever since ‘jingles’ got run over, I’ve been musing on the nature of my mortality.. “ “Cat’s have but a short time to live..”” on balance I think I would rather go to heaven”
“Hell would be more comfortable” I countered, “much warmer” I wasn’t sure if I was playing Devil’s advocate or not..
Ginge wriggled on his cushion.. “ I suppose…I’m torn really.. I must admit Hell has its attractions”
I caught a passing fly in my mouth, and gulped.. “ I don’t believe in heaven and hell, I believe in carma and the transmigration of souls.. I’m on the evolutionary ladder.. next time I’ll come back as a human”
Ginge pulled a face.. “What do you want to be one of THEM for.. you’ll have to go to work and have brats and stuff…”
I pondered; ginge had a point..” ah but I’ll get a job as a Dog catcher!!.. just think of it..”
Ginge yawned exposing his brown teeth.. “all this thinking is making me sleepy..”
And with that he nodded off…
“me too, me too” I purred, and within a minute I was back in church dreaming of Mice.
I heard a rustling in the bushes, and looking up and saw the distinctive shape of ‘gingernuts’. Gingernuts lived next door and had a habit of appearing at the most inopportune moments. I wrapped my tail over my eyes feigning sleep, but it didn’t stop his advance.
“Yo Tiger how’s it going bud?”
(Gingernuts considered himself the coolest Cat in the neighbourhood.)
“Mine have just gone off to church so thought I’d pay you a visit.
Yeah and wreck my Sunday morning snoozing I thought. I enjoyed my Sunday Mornings when all the humans went off to church, now I was being accosted by one of my own kind. Still I made an effort.
“Uh hello ginge.. grab a cushion..”
He didn’t need asking twice and settled on a plump maroon floor cushion..
“I’ve been thinking.. “ said Ginge, ears twitching..
Uh oh I thought, thinking and ginge are a catsymoron..
“Yes I’ve been thinking about Heaven and Hell”
I scratched my ear with my back leg.. “Blimey Ginge.. That’s a bit heavy isn’t it?”
Gingernuts wasn’t noted for his philosophical insights, but he was the best ratter in the neighbourhood.
“I’ve been thinking whether I would rather go to heaven or hell”
“So what’s brought this on.” I asked. Perhaps Sunday had gone to his head. I must admit I went to church quite a lot; it’s a great place to catch Mice.
“Well ever since ‘jingles’ got run over, I’ve been musing on the nature of my mortality.. “ “Cat’s have but a short time to live..”” on balance I think I would rather go to heaven”
“Hell would be more comfortable” I countered, “much warmer” I wasn’t sure if I was playing Devil’s advocate or not..
Ginge wriggled on his cushion.. “ I suppose…I’m torn really.. I must admit Hell has its attractions”
I caught a passing fly in my mouth, and gulped.. “ I don’t believe in heaven and hell, I believe in carma and the transmigration of souls.. I’m on the evolutionary ladder.. next time I’ll come back as a human”
Ginge pulled a face.. “What do you want to be one of THEM for.. you’ll have to go to work and have brats and stuff…”
I pondered; ginge had a point..” ah but I’ll get a job as a Dog catcher!!.. just think of it..”
Ginge yawned exposing his brown teeth.. “all this thinking is making me sleepy..”
And with that he nodded off…
“me too, me too” I purred, and within a minute I was back in church dreaming of Mice.
