Ahh, he's noticed the Countess, one eye followed the unusual creature approach Alexandria Von Coco, now he was standing on the old chair, saved from the scrap heap over the years so many times, it was a wedding present back when things were hand made and not shipped in by boatload, maybe it was a key to some special memories, a keepsake if you will?
The mind boggles, what i do know is the previous tenant would never have used it to sit on, maybe to ponder on when daily life became a weight on her.
Not that our good friend knew this, watched on by one Herr Dr T, Magoo had never paid much attention to this fact either, a rule that wouldn't have applied to him anyways, he was always the exception to the rule and this was turning out to be an interesting night in, he was on his way out on a little bit of cat business, he needed to attend to, only for the stimulation that was in it.
If you asked him, he would only have given the Cutsey wootsy purr and turn his heels and be on his way, that was his way, he played his cards close to his chest and if you asked any woman, they would readily tell you what a 'cutie' he is
With the left eye, he watched a princess born in a Chateaux come more and more into the field of a 35 year old chicken farmer, with the right, he watched the feast being consumed on the floor by the other human beast, watching him eat was worse than watching a dog he sneered
Just about the only item that really interested him was the roast chicken, he was a cat after all.
And he wasn't the only one paying attention, Mr Smith's head was going side to side like a tennis judge, his senses being stimulated by newcomers and the events enfolding
Before long, the humpty dumpty farmer came tumbling down, you probably already knew that part?
Interesting as Magoo strolled off with chicken wing in his mouth, maybe i'll go on that bit of business after all, it looked like someone's noticed the countess, now that's news and he felt like he had to go out this minute to spread the much hoped for news.
Now, you'd never think that cats would hold much love for gossip, now would you?
The mind boggles, what i do know is the previous tenant would never have used it to sit on, maybe to ponder on when daily life became a weight on her.
Not that our good friend knew this, watched on by one Herr Dr T, Magoo had never paid much attention to this fact either, a rule that wouldn't have applied to him anyways, he was always the exception to the rule and this was turning out to be an interesting night in, he was on his way out on a little bit of cat business, he needed to attend to, only for the stimulation that was in it.
If you asked him, he would only have given the Cutsey wootsy purr and turn his heels and be on his way, that was his way, he played his cards close to his chest and if you asked any woman, they would readily tell you what a 'cutie' he is
With the left eye, he watched a princess born in a Chateaux come more and more into the field of a 35 year old chicken farmer, with the right, he watched the feast being consumed on the floor by the other human beast, watching him eat was worse than watching a dog he sneered
Just about the only item that really interested him was the roast chicken, he was a cat after all.
And he wasn't the only one paying attention, Mr Smith's head was going side to side like a tennis judge, his senses being stimulated by newcomers and the events enfolding
Before long, the humpty dumpty farmer came tumbling down, you probably already knew that part?
Interesting as Magoo strolled off with chicken wing in his mouth, maybe i'll go on that bit of business after all, it looked like someone's noticed the countess, now that's news and he felt like he had to go out this minute to spread the much hoped for news.
Now, you'd never think that cats would hold much love for gossip, now would you?
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