Sunday, December 09, 2018
The Duchess of Yowl makes her wishes known
Saturday afternoon, chez Yowl
Her Grace, the Duchess of Yowl: How many days until Christmas?
Me: I'm not sure, Your Grace. A couple weeks. Why?
DoY: I want to make sure you allowed enough time for shipping.
Me: (suspicious) shipping? Am I not buying your gift at the fishmonger as usual?
DoY: I don't want a fish. I want fish!
Me: Fish, as in many fish? Fish doesn't stay fresh for more than a day or two.
DoY: It does if it's swimming in an aquarium.
Me: You want an aquarium?
DoY: Yes, I saw one on TV.
Me: An aquarium is not an All You Can Eat Buffet.
DoY: (fastidiously) I partake only in moderation.
Me: I'm not sure any fish would agree to live here if they saw you doing your vulture act above their new home.
DoY: We'll give them tax incentives. Like they do in Detroit.
Me: I'm surprised you haven't been elected to office.
DoY: Election fraud pure and simple. The Ds are responsible of course.
Me: You blame the Democrats?
DoY: No of course not. Dogs.
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Oh DoY, I happened to come across something yesterday on that site we shall not name (that starts with an A) and the first thing I thought of was you! It's a warm, cozy, cavelike bed, but it's a shark! What would be more fitting when you stay with Le Sharque than to sleep in one? ;) Of course, the model in the picture wasn't nearly as svelte and attractive as you...but it's the shark that counts.
I'd live in a country where dogs could vote. DoY, so sorry to disappoint!
To Her Grace, the Duchess of Yowl
Never mind an aquarium! I'm hoping for a room-sized aviary so my little feathered friends won't have to fly south this winter. I'm so very fond of birdies. MaggieJ says I won't get it, but I sent a very nice letter to the Man in Red. So here's hoping!
Yours truly,
Jenny-Cat
Awww, DOY. I'm picturing a song called Christmas Aquarium, yowled to the tune of 'Marian the Librarian.' Hope you get your wish!
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