My eldest cat, Buddy,
Always perches on my lap,
Whenever I write;
And he, like me, loves Western tales.
He even decided to write one,
Being inspired by AD’s own
Rufuz, the Dog.
So I present to you,
Buddy’s First Western Story:
- Showdown in Kittyville -
I guess it was along about sunset
When a stranger showed up in town
He was a real mean lookin hombre
Who was wearin one nasty ass frown
“Listen up now, everyone calls me Fat Louie;
Are you the yellow bellied law in these here parts?
Well, even if you are, you best get the hell outa my way,
Because right here on Main Street, I aim to poop and fart.”
“Now just hang on a minute, stranger,
Sheriff Buddy is what folks call me;
And you best mind your manners, son;
Littering Main Street ain’t exactly civility.”
Well it was just about that very time
Miss Kitty and her gals came strollin by
Fat Louie spun clear around in his tracks
He definitely had two womanizing cat eyes
“Evening, Sheriff Buddy!
And who’s this new very handsome Big Fellow?
Why dontcha come back to my business establishment,
The Catnip Saloon, for a drink, to make ya more mellow?”
“Well, Miss Kitty;
Don’t mind if I do!
I guess I can wait,
On my fart and my poo.”
And as the lovely Miss Kitty and her felines led Fat Louie away
Sheriff Buddy caught the loving gleam in gorgeous Miss Kitty’s eyes
She was very sweet on the old sheriff - who had the fastest paws in town
And even though Fat Louie didn’t know it – she had saved his big fat hide
Miss Kitty had not forsaken her darling
She knew he could have taken Fat Louie any time
But she didn’t want the brave sheriff to lose his appetite
He’d had a pretty rough day - fighting canine outlaw crime
- The End –
©2006, Buddy, the Cat
A shameful way to promote my Western novel, I know.
But both Buddy and my spouse made me do it.
In Gold River Canyon, Buddy takes on the very challenging role
Of the Main Character’s Horse.
And, Rebecca, of course, plays an Apache Maiden.