It’s me, Agent 028… I didn’t really want to do this, but Wild Buffalo Betty insisted, she said if I refused to do at least one post on this blog while Colin is away, she’d steal all my catnip and my blanket!
So I’m going to tell you a quick tail…
Sit down and I’ll tell you a tail, a tail of a cat named Tom, a poor wild cat just trying to find catnip…
Tom was hunting one day, just trying to keep fed, when he pounced on a bird and struck oil, nasty stuff, it ruined his feast.
Well Tom was annoyed and he said to his kin, “I ain’t living here in an oil pit no more, California, that’s where I’m a going!”
So he took up his catnip and headed out, California bound he was, he had heard o’ a place where no oil was to be found, a woman called Beverly lived in those hills.
Now Tom is quite fit and he spends his days on the fiddle, hunting fast mice and rolling in catnip.
But whenever his kin showed up, he’d chase them right off, yowling “Don’t come back now, ya hear!”