As I was going to St. Ives, I met a cat who claimed to have ten lives. He was rather rude, yet seemed to be in a delightful mood. He asked me "what was up eh" and I told him to stuff his hay. I mean did I look like a cow? Making him think I needed hay some how?
It was clear he was trying to make fun of me but I just ignored him and went to flee. Speaking of that, he seemed to be one dirty cat. So I had to know and asked how someone like him had an extra life grow.
He spoke about how through his days, from darkened nights to basking in sunny rays, he had lost eight of his lives. I guess one was to a case of hives. Now he was one away from zero and knew he was some legendary hero. One plus zero was ten and now he had more lives at his den.
I told him he must be doing that American math and then he jumped in my path. He told me he would find bush number three and take a life from little old me. Then demanded I take it back or he would go up around Alaska and find my shack.
I laughed at him with such glee that he quickly ran up a tree. He came back with a rocket launcher on his back, telling me he was going to go on the attack. I asked if he was trying to over compensate for something and in the air his hands did fling.
"You making fun of my country?" he said, his eyes popping out of his head. I told him I was simply making fun of him for being so dim. Then continued to stroll on my way and he waited until I was a few feet away. He shouted to me, "So when you get lost and lose count, can I make fun of you?"
I turned and smiled, "Sure, because then I'd be an American too."
As per usual at my vault, this is by no means meant to insult. Just some facts I had in my head and figured I would go where they led. But if you want to go up around Alaska and find bush number three, go ahead as I like your geography. I heard that once more the other night, gave me such a fright. But alas I guess that was a boring class, so now no one can find my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.