The cat is distraught I must confess for as Miss Priss and I were out watching old people play chess, we were in a park making the dumb mutts bark. Anyway, as we were there picking on a mutt with no hair a familiar shadow blocked out the sun and Miss Priss was ready to have some fun. For it was that of Drazin or so we thought until we turned around finding his clone, some nut case with a good mask or a stinkin lovey dovey robot. Take your pick which one you think it is either way Miss Priss and I would rather have Drazin and his third person talking biz. Yeah, I actually said that. You would too if you had to deal with Darzin at your mat. Don't think so? Well here is how it when down with lovey dovey robo.
That mutt just could not get loose from its little noose as we picked on it and made it have a barking fit. Then the shadow came and we were set for another game. Miss Priss turned with a smirk only to find it was almost, yet not quite, that Drazin jerk. For he looked the same yet not like he wanted to mame. His eyes also glowed as he gave a wink but instead of red they were pink.
"I think the godly one has been playing with his polly pocket collection again. Looks like he's taken up her favorite color."
"Darzin has no such claim. I am just here to spread the love to one and all. Give me a hug my fellow earthly brethern."
At this point we still thought it was Drazin on crack and we were prepared for some kind of attack. But sadly that was not the case, as he bent down on all fours looking at us face to face. He actually kissed Miss Priss and there was no bliss. She whacked him in the face and took off in disgrace.
"Now there is no need for hostile actions. I'm just here to spread the love for all. Don't pout cats, spend time with me and your canine pals. We can be one big happy family. Don't push and shove just feel the love."
Now that was one rhyme I wanted to disavow, especially after he took a bow. Actually it was more like some curtsy thing. Then the nut ball began to sing. Like some Disney show tune and we knew this was not that Drazin loon.
Love is in the air
It isn't so rare
Pick yourself a mate
Forget the hate
Dog or cat
Newt or rat
We can all be one
Under the sun
"So he's promoting interspecies breeding? Where is Drazin when you need him? I think this guy isn't even good enough for the short bus."
Miss Priss was right. This guy was quite the sight. But then it got even worse and it was enough to make me curse. He spun around singing into his pretend microphone in a God awful tone and then ripped off the Drazin armor he was sporting. Now let's just say this is where any normal person would be aborting. For the crazy robo, clone, whatever Drazin wannabe was dressed in pink spandex for all the see. Nothing left to the imagination at all. I wanted to hurl as he continued his call.
Strut the love
It fits like a glove
Give it back
And cause no flack
Forget the war
And all of lore
See what love has in store
Care to open the door
"Did he just shake that? Oh we have to put this thing out of his misery."
Miss Priss was right once more and I could not take a second encore. So we did what any cat would do. We shouted hotdog to the mutts in view. Then undid each and ever leash as we pointed toward the clown and last we heard they were chasing Darzin all over town. If one grabs hold he'll at least feel the love. He better have it fitted with more than a glove. So Darzin and Drazin at my shore. This is going to confuse forever more. Until we find out who or what that Darzin guy really is behind all that pink. Miss Priss and I will uncover the identity of the fink before too much time has come to pass. Until then I hope he doesn't sing any more to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.