Clancy, the Gray Menace, enjoyed three activities most: a good fight, a good meal, and a nap. The order of these did not matter. If you squeezed three into a day, then that day was notable. A duel with a neighborhood cat satisfied the fight requirement. But being farctate on a roast beef sub ( with hots, please!) was sublime. Follow the gluttonous meal with a nap, and well, it was a great day.
Don’t let it be said that the Menace was without compassion for fellow cats. After subjugation, the subjugated got inducted into the ranks of pals. Several times a week, the regulars showed up for catnip and snacks. I got to play a waiter. “Waiter…another serving of your best filet mignon for my friends; hurry, please.”
Yes, filet mignon. My father’s friend was a butcher. A few times a month, dad would send up deep-frozen filet to feed his son. There was more than I could consume, and Clancy generously assisted. Mere cat food for an afternoon repast was so plebian. We shared the wealth with a lot of overweight gourmand strays.
“Even overweight, cats instinctively know the cardinal rule: when fat, arrange yourself in slim poses.” – John Weitz.
I LOVE CLANCY. 🖤🖤🖤
Me too. That’s why I like Catorze. Catorze has edge, Clancy would have liked to get into a fight with him…who knows invite him over for some nip afterward?
That sounds like some cat. I’ve had little experience with them or Filet Mignon. He was one very lucky fellow.
For many years it was just him and me. So, he was spoiled rotten in a way, but for many years life was very rough for us so neither of stinted on the few luxuries that came our way. I was very poor through most of the sixties and seventies.
Well, you were obviously rich in companionship. 🙂