GEORGE THE WHORE CAT...
GEORGE THE WHORE CAT...By b. Malin
I dedicate this piece to all the "George's"...they KNOW who they are!
George the "whore" was my tiger cat...sound too strong...let me think about that. Or better yet, you be the judge. Hey George the whore, what do you think of that?
You lived with me for your first three years and dragged your "kitty litter" every time you used your box. Did I complain...only when it rained. You sounded "deranged" as you "growled" when you wanted to go out...again I ask you, did I complain?
I remember when I had you "fixed" and you blamed me when your best friend got run over while you were at the Vets...Recuperating. Remember how "we" buried him in our back yard?
In your mind you put up with a lot...but hey, look what you got...three meals a day, the run of the house...your pet mouse...and our other cat, SUZIE, to smack around with your paw...Yes, yes, I saw. But for you, I guess the final straw was BRANDY the dog... Entering our lives...And I know what you thought, it's me the cat...or that awful dog...You know he wasn't going away, and so you gave one last "growl" before you were on your way... out the door!
There was always room for both of you, but you didn't see it that way...Oh no, George the Whore cat didn't see it that way...You stayed away for about a week, before deciding to come home for a cooked "chicken" dinner treat. Which of course I happily gave you your share, and when you were finished, to show that your cared...your growled through the house, found "Susie" with your pet mouse, and hit her once in the head .
You departed for good that night...I knew you were gone...as you bound out the door... I'll bet you were thinking good riddance to you all!
A neighbor took you in...and let me know...if I didn't mind, "George" wanted to live with her and her new boyfriend...I said whatever...I would say it many times again. She was a great cook, so I knew you'd be fine. Until the day when a new lover entered her life...I heard you left in a terrible strife!
Your big mistake was moving in with The ----- family. Oh she was a good cook and so you were hooked...you thought you had it made. I saw you on the street that fateful day, You came running up to me in your own special way...and I rubbed your head as I bent down to look you in the eyes...those crazy eyes. I had Brandy with me, but you didn't seem to mind.
A few days later, Brandy and I were taking a walk, and a neighbor said, "Have you heard the talk? "No" I replied..."Well" she said with a sigh..."That family that George was staying with"...."Yes, yes" I replied. "The husband shot George dead, right in the head. Yes, Yes, she said, took him into the woods with the promise of a treat. You know how that cat loved to eat"!
I left her standing, as I ran up the street, tears cascading down my cheeks...Brandy following not far behind. Me mumbling softly, "George, George My Whore Cat...what did you think of that? And if you can hear me from your "cushion" in the sky...so way up high...Can you see me crying and dying a little inside".
