The Cat Fight
This is a truthful description of how to bathe a cat...
Bloodied and battered, I returned from battle.
Much worse for wear and the horrors I’d seen.
Ragged clothes, scarred flesh and broken spirit…
Too long left at that battles’ raging scene.
My clothing soaking wet, blood and water
Drenched me from my head to my toes.
Exhaustion was etched into my face, it bent my back.
How I had managed to live only Heaven knows.
Never do battle with a cat, and never bathe one.
Life is too short to be sprayed with polecat scent.
Take them to the local groomer at your vet.
That will be money very well spent!
Much worse for wear and the horrors I’d seen.
Ragged clothes, scarred flesh and broken spirit…
Too long left at that battles’ raging scene.
My clothing soaking wet, blood and water
Drenched me from my head to my toes.
Exhaustion was etched into my face, it bent my back.
How I had managed to live only Heaven knows.
Never do battle with a cat, and never bathe one.
Life is too short to be sprayed with polecat scent.
Take them to the local groomer at your vet.
That will be money very well spent!
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