Welcome to Beastly Tales. Each has a message, a moral. All are meant to have an element of humour. Naturally, any names included do not depict real folk but are included as part of the joke.
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(As with Beastly Banter Beastly Tales is written and illustrated by Richard.)
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BEASTLY TALES
The Cats Tail
Pussycat, Pussycat, where are you going?
“I’m going to London, in a boat, rowing.”
Pussycat, Pussycat, where have you been?
“I’ve been to London, to see the Queen.”
Independent, cats like to be,
Yes, in control, and very free.
As we can see from these rhymes of old,
Pussycats don’t always do what their told.
At home we give homes to animals stray
We have dogs and a cat who have lost their way
Or rather they had been cruelly “dumped”
By person or persons who deserve to be thumped
There’s also a semi-wild cat who did show
Up at our place some time ago
He remains aloof, neither friend nor foe,
But seems to allow sufficient latitude.
That for food we leave to show some gratitude
Sometimes he waits in a bamboo grove,
Hiding away like a cunning cove.
Other days he is just not there
Gone off to some other lair.
We suppose, as they say, he’s “on the tiles”
Gone to seek damsels for miles and miles
And just when we think he won’t come back,
Up he turns, seems he has that knack.
Yes, he turns up again, out of the blue
Measuring us warily, hissing on cue
When his hectic schedule permits
Our wild cat returns and waits and sits
Awaiting us to fill his empty plate
So that his appetite he can sate
This semi-wild cat with hissing defence
Is not being rude, or showing offence
Experience has shown him, very sadly,
That some people will treat him badly.
So we take food for him to his place
And if he’s not there it’s no disgrace.
