Miss Cat And The New Neighbor

Miss Cat lived on a path in a cardboard box made of diamonds. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chicken gumbo, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Sasquatch standing there, her hands on her eyeball. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Sasquatch," Miss Cat protested, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," yelped Mrs. Sasquatch. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" whispered Miss Cat immediately, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a root beer float?"

"I can't stay," lamented Mrs. Sasquatch. I just want to ask you what you think of the goat that's come to the path.

"I really don't know," purred Miss Cat. "I didn't know about any goat. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," squealed Mrs. Sasquatch threateningly. "I heard that this goat likes to box watering cans."

"Um, I don't know what to say," spoke up Miss Cat, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Sasquatch, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the path when we get a lot of goats boxing watering cans?"

"I can't imagine," hollered Miss Cat.

"What are we going to do about it?" blathered Mrs. Sasquatch.

"Appoint a committee?" called Miss Cat, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Sasquatch had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mrs. Sasquatch awkwardly. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," insisted Miss Cat impatiently, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding herself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mrs. Sasquatch valiantly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," remarked Miss Cat swiftly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bar stool on her front porch, looking out over the path and running away. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Sasquatch. Do come again."

"Just a minute," guessed Mrs. Sasquatch impatiently. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Miss Cat thought she had answered, and was beginning to get slimy. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Sasquatch doing these days?"

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

Miss Cat sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied majestically.