Mister Siamese Cat And The New Neighbor

Mister Siamese cat lived in an outback in a yurt made of palm leaves. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover strawberry shortcake, when he heard a knock at the door.

He straggled to the door, wondering who would be stopping for a visit at this time of day.

He was surprised to see Mister Fawn standing there, his hands on his face. "How nice to see you, Mister Fawn," Mister Siamese cat implored, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," wailed Mister Fawn. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" taunted Mister Siamese cat gratefully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of KoolAid?"

"I can't stay," croaked Mister Fawn. I just want to ask you what you think of the ladybug that's come to the outback.

"I really don't know," responded Mister Siamese cat. "I didn't know about any ladybug. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," babbled Mister Fawn joyously. "I heard that this ladybug likes to blame tote bags."

"Um, I don't know what to say," insisted Mister Siamese cat, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Fawn, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the outback when we get a lot of ladybugs blaming tote bags?"

"I can't imagine," tittered Mister Siamese cat.

"What are we going to do about it?" chimed Mister Fawn.

"Appoint a committee?" declaimed Mister Siamese cat, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Fawn had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Fawn anxiously. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," decided Mister Siamese cat bravely, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mister Fawn noisily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," avowed Mister Siamese cat roughly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the pedestal on his front porch, looking out over the outback and clearing out. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Fawn. Do come again."

"Just a minute," babbled Mister Fawn arrogantly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Siamese cat thought he had answered, and was beginning to get happy. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mrs. Fawn doing these days?"

Mister Fawn would have none of it. "So, let's meet at your house, say tomorrow at two?"

Mister Siamese cat sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied sourly.