Respect & Restrain

IT was nice in old rambling Haven. The Angels were sweet but for one who had a cheese fur my whiskers. 

She tweaked them when she passed me by. 
She passed me by 100 times a day 
(i can count too you know).

I'm older than her. You show Respect for Oldsters, Uncles, Aunties. 
You don't pull Uncle's hair.. or whatever.

When Nana went to meet me, Angel made funny noises;

squeezed me so tight i nearly showed my longest claw.(Matter of reflex, you understand.)

But I exercise self-control.

i was a rag cat

I was rescued from  Discovered @ Cat Welfare Haven.

My folks found Discovered me in

Roving Top Cats. 

Theyshowed boasted a pic of me with my Blue Eyes.

 My folks liked Fell In Love With Me.
Told the Haven why THEY and no one else should have me: they've got a place for me to smell roses and lick grasses, a veggie plot to...blahhh...... it was quite pathetic.

The Guardian Angels were aghast.

They preferred INTERIORS to EXTERIORS so I wouldn't pick up daisies, dizzies, and stuff...

But our Cat Haven was filling up fast.

New pals saved from Nasty Fates kept drifting in

as the human No-angels kept throwing out their cat-pals

like old rags.

All quite cat-tastrofic.

I was a Rag Cat too (though more special of course)and here's a MESSAGE fur purtential No-Angels:

Giddy Furballs ALWAYS turn into Cats
(or Dogs or Rabbits). 
No doubts 'bout it.

Angels of this world should spread this secret so all Humans are clear about 2 things:

THAT'S.

LIFE.

You don't weasel out of some lots, no sirr you don't.

Yours FaithFUR'ly,

Mister Mocs :=x)

ME yesteryear - a Budding Force 
still wet behind d'years.