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Marc Derweduwen
Vancouver, Washington USA
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In 2001 I moved into my ex-partner's house.
The dilemma:
he has two Doberman who aren't very socialized;
I had two cats both veterans of the anti-dog movement.
Three days after moving in Cash got into the backyard.
Deviant male tuxedo suit kitty, he was
forewarned that be the realm of canines,
not a welcome place for green eyes.
Red-eyed gazes, the girls ambush guerilla styled;
nowhere to run he runs right into the wire fence
the girls corner him, snip, snarl;
he swats, spits, tries to flee.
Rushin' through the porch door,
I grab the freaked feline,
held him fast to my chest,
but the dogs turn on me jumping to attack.
Freaked out cat crawled up my back
straight to the top of my head.
I grabbed his mane, must' a been insane
he dug his claws into my scalp.
I pulled with force on the new growth,
whilst my flesh he tore into.
He soared through the air,
the blood flowed like a river
Cat ran up the tree, faster than you or me;
the dogs were chasing after.
There he sat, three nights flat
until the ordeal was over.
He ran away, what a price to pay
for mixing pussy with two rovers.
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