For Estorbo, with disbelief

We should be used to the bizarre tastes of humans, Estorbo, but this one really takes the cat biscuit.

I was just sitting minding my own business, when Rachel switched on the tv and showed me something very weird…..

I just had to watch, up close and for a long time too, to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. My eyes nearly went square.

You’re not going to believe this, but here they watch a show every year where they get hundreds – yes, hundreds! – of ugly d.a.w.g.s together, and make them run about. They talk about their legs, and their heads, and their topline, whatever that is, and their stride, and then they line up the ones they like best – usually the really big ugly ones – and pick a winner. Fancy getting a prize for being big and ugly!

You can just imagine the smell…..

And everyone cheers, and whistles, and claps their hands. Some of those d.a.w.g.s have come from America, so I know you have crazy people there too.

Cats wouldn’t put up with such a vulgar carry-on.

I’m so glad I wasn’t born a d.a.w.g.

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5 thoughts on “For Estorbo, with disbelief

  1. Oh, Scooter! You are so right about silly people voting for silly dogs.And they do dreadful things to the dogs, to make them look even uglier.At least in our country they are not allowed to cut the dogs' ears and tails to make them look "pretty."We cats are handsome without trying so hard.:-)

  2. Doan' worry, Scoot-hair. Their heads, their legs…bod nobardy ees measureen' their b.r.a.i.n.s are they? No, I deedn't theenk so. Cos you coul' nard fine' a darg's brain weeth a flashlighd. Yos sayeen'.Dargs!

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