Monday, November 14, 2005

Dawg Troubles, the Play

The Scene: Smoke-filled blues club, The Kit Kat Club, a wild and meowy place in the
Alley for blues, catnip and kittys

Enter, stage left: Bluesman "Cat-erwaul" Fish, a Kit Kat regular
beat-up fedora which has seen too many nights in lock-up at the
Animal shelter, pulled low over brown eyes. This Bluesman has seen
it all and knows his way around the litterbox.

"Cat-erwaul" brings his old Fender up to his chest before the
microphone and begins a Delta riff. He sings:

I'm troubled and I'm crying
that durn ole dawg done stole from me
I'm troubled and I'm crying
that durn ole dawg done stole from me.

I doan like that dang ole dawg
He stinks and he's loud
Wanna get rid of that dawg...
But I doan know how

He et up my toy mouse
The one I love so well
If I had the power
I'd send that dawg to hell

I doan like that dang ole dawg
He stinks and he's loud
Wanna get rid of that dawg...
But I doan know how

Dawg walked into Mama's study
He saw that mouse on the flo
Dawg took my mouse away
I doan have it no mo

I doan like that dang ole dawg
He stinks and he's loud
Wanna get rid of that dawg...
But I doan know how.

He takes a drink from the water bowl, turns off the mike and saunters off stage. Crowd erupts in cheers and applause.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

::flicks lighter::

Anonymous said...

Done ate that mousey
mousey so good
done ate that mousey
just as good as the cat's food

Gwine eat all the mouseys
eat the squeaky toys too,
Gwine eat all the cat toys
and give the cat the blues.

Dawg

Anonymous said...

Does he have a web page---like a fan page or whatnot? I'm totally in.
PS: Dog eating cat's toy=totally. not. cool.

Anonymous said...

Greetings, Beleagured Feline Fish...It's always darkest before the dawn (that's why we have cats' eyes, obviously)but I bring good news from the United Katdom. The tri felinate of Teddy-Maximus,Tallis the Magnificat and the svelte Queen Chloe have conquered...When we enter a room, the scuvry currs Mufti and Dillon cease their barkings and cower. When we look at a sofa, they move hurriedly from the room. When we have finished our suppers, we eat theirs.
Courage, oh Caterwauler and Whistling One. Your mouse shall not go unavenged. Cats WILL triumph and all shall be purrfect once more.

mibi52/ The Rev. Dr. Mary Brennan Thorpe said...

All I can think of is the havoc the cat toy will wreak upon Andy's digestive tract. Sorry, I've cleaned up too much cat puke this week.