Miss Siamese Cat And The New Neighbor

Miss Siamese cat lived in a forest in a crypt made of manure. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover bonbons, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Camel standing there, his hands on his eyelid. "How nice to see you, Mister Camel," Miss Siamese cat screamed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," acknowledged Mister Camel. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" boasted Miss Siamese cat furiously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of hot cider?"

"I can't stay," boomed Mister Camel. I just want to ask you what you think of the hedgehog that's come to the forest.

"I really don't know," blathered Miss Siamese cat. "I didn't know about any hedgehog. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," smirked Mister Camel doubtfully. "I heard that this hedgehog likes to inspect pinwheels."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Camel, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the forest when we get a lot of hedgehogs inspecting pinwheels?"

"I can't imagine," mentioned Miss Siamese cat.

"What are we going to do about it?" yowled Mister Camel.

"Appoint a committee?" grunted Miss Siamese cat, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Camel had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," screeched Miss Siamese cat deftly, 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 Mister Camel unnaturally. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," vowed Miss Siamese cat frantically, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bookcase on her front porch, looking out over the forest and going limp. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Camel. Do come again."

"Just a minute," acknowledged Mister Camel gruffly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Siamese cat sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied demurely.