Ghost of a Duke

Fluffy woke fat, purring and fully contented, scrumptious were those pears last night, in his belly now fermented. ‘Cider drunk’ and whimsical his mission crystal clear, he’d fill the world with happiness and spread some feline cheer. Briefcase filled with tuna rolls sardines in his hat, he set off by yak for Timbuktu a most determined cat.

“Drunken cat get out my way!” yelled a driver of errant rage, no happiness in his Ford Capri (may as well have been his cage). Fluffy offered him a tasty fish, the driver was astounded and as the yak slowly lumbered on, remained happily confounded. Suddenly a passing judge wet from rain and soggy, wondered what the secret was of this lawless portly moggy.

“Happiness,” the cat meowed “is eating fish and sleeping, life without is just a smoke alarm that throughout the night keeps beeping.” The soggy judge had seen the light and binned his robes and wig, from now he’d do the things he loved (went home to hug his pig). The yak arrived at Regent’s Park where crowds were wild and cheering, his fame had spread far and wide and they’d gathered round to hear him.

The cat meowed and said his piece his words profound not sappy and leaving them to venture on, not one was left unhappy. Fluffy acquired Facebook friends was quite the hit on Twitter, fans even sent him catnip treats (and a ton of kitty litter). The moral of this story, live a life that’s full not gappy, be more like the cat my friends, do the things that make you happy.