She won't play
second fiddle;
Whenever there's a
party going on,
She is smack in the
middle.
Shrimp cocktail and
salmon croquettes--
That's what she
prefers.
Don't abandon your
plate or else
Fiesta thinks it's
hers.
"A lot of cats
are skittish," she says,
"And thus they
have a bad rap.
I, on the other
hand, don't mind
Sitting on anyone's
lap.
"Of course, I
have an ulterior motive
That guests don't
always see.
When I give them
attention, there's always
Something in it for
me.
"When caviar is
served, you'll find me
Walking on a cloud.
I must apply all of
my charm
To butter up the
crowd.
"I love it when
guests rub my tummy
And tickle me under
the chin.
When I smell clam
dip on their fingers,
My head starts to
spin!
"I must admit I
have no patience
For guests who
shout, 'Achoo!'
And then
stentoriously blow their nose
And rudely tell me,
'Shoo!'
"The nerve of
them to stifle my pleasure!
For me, goal number
one
Is to enjoy each
precious moment--
To live means having
fun!"
As soon as the
dancing begins, Fiesta
Finds a safe
location
Far away from
dancing feet,
For height is her
limitation.
Fiesta waits to hear
the hosts
Say, "Let's go
to bed.
We can clean up the
mess tomorrow."
Then she raises her
head.
With everybody gone
there's no one
There to scold or
berate her.
She can survey each
bowl and plate
To see what
treasures await her.
"Sally Bowles
was right," she says;
"Life is a
cabaret!
Why can't my
servants put on
A party every
day?"
She eats till her
stomach is ready to burst,
Heedless of any
warning.
Everyone wonders why
she is so
Listless in the
morning.
-by Bob B (2-14-20)
(photos from online sources)
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