MOGGIE POLITICIANS

 MOGGIE POLITICIANS

By Peter Woodgate

I have read, with great interest, on numerous occasions

The debate concerning dogs, their owners and more to the

Point, the mess they leave behind.

Being a dog owner and a responsible one at that, I agree

wholeheartedly with the disgust one has when being confronted by one of these abandoned faeces. 

Having picked up hundreds of my own, aptly named Shih Tzu’s packages, I have become somewhat of an expert on dog faeces and, in particular, what they tell me on the health of my dog. On viewing some of the many alien deposits encountered I am fearful that the perpetrators may not have long to live and, on occasions, simply could not believe the entire package was deposited by just one animal. 

All this being said I feel the poor dog and the owner get an

unfair and over-publicised slating concerning their misdemeanours. I, for one, would like to see more done Concerning cats. Don’t get me wrong I like cats but it does appear they, and their owners are allowed, literally, to get away with murder.

You know, it happens all the time; a sweet grey- haired old lady calls her pussykins in for dinner. He slinks in looking up at her, putting on his best “come and give me a stroke” look.

Gives his bowl a cursory sniff before jumping up on his favourite chair, which just happens to be next to the fire, and used by, yes you’ve guessed it, the grey haired old lady. She then puts him on her lap and pussykins squirms

backwards and forwards between her hands whilst

purring ecstatically. “And what’s up with you today?”

she asks as he looks longingly into her eyes. “not hungry?”

She is, of course, completely unaware that a mere 30 minutes previously dear pussykins had been dismembering a blackbird whose newly-hatched chicks would now be left to die. Shortly prior to that pussykins had dug up most of my newly planted pansies before choosing to deposit his faeces in an area not previously excavated. This is bad enough but it seems his games know no boundaries as sometimes he aggravates my dog to the point where he has a nervous breakdown. The cat can then return home where he is treated like a celebrity.

I live next door to three cats, an Abyssinian Blue, a Ginger Tom and a Tabby with a big red collar.

Unlike the Springer and Labrador who live the other side of me, these cats have never worked.

When they are not destroying wildlife and plants, they are either, crapping on everybody’s garden except there own or spitting and hissing at each other, mostly though, they just sleep.

I’ve Knick-named them

 

KEMI, ED AND ANDY

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate