Menolyrical; Final Friday Feature Boomerang

Last week in the reminder of this being Final Friday time, I used a boomerang post of a pretty critter with purple paws. Here is a reprint of the post that arose from that...  it was from a regular prompt by our erstwhile blogpals, Murphy ad Stanley. When they stopped blogging, I chose to continue the Final Friday Tradition!

Menolyrical; The Dip... an FFHT event

Over at Murphy and Stanley's place it is last Friday of the month story day... click to read more!!!

Normally I use a photo to prompt my stories and this is no exception; we are also given a sentence by M&S which we have to highlight in the story.

This month it is "...and that's why my toes turned purple."

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Monday past, you may recall,

I met a feline fellow

whose paws were bright on every leg

- and I don't mean yellow!

Slunk past my legs  in silence,

(as is the wont of his kind);

sniffed a flower or two in passing,

then showed me his behind.

Such a '... hither' look he had,

I surely had to follow

and watched, as he groomed and strode

then began to wallow.

Mesmerised, I had to ask -

I mean, really, why, when, what??!

"How come, Sir, your paws are tinted

like a forget-me-not?"

Cat growled loud, Cat mewed and blinked

"I could tell you, but at cost...

perhaps some catnip?..fine-flake fish?

or tray of liver frost?"

"None of these I have to hand:

but fifteen mins of glory

I can promise if you will tell

the whole of your story."

A moment's hesitation, 

then Cat let loose the torrent

about his brush with neighbours wild 

behaviour, abhorrent.

He spoke words non-BBC,

the sort that can't be printed;

he wouldn't tone it down at all,

however much I hinted.

Such vitriol was spewed forth

I could scarce bear to listen;

but then I saw it in his eye,

a twinkle, a glisten!

He stopped, and again the wink:

"lady, you are kind, I see

so from this hatred I'll now refrain

and tell what tainted me.

Renovations under way,

they left their paint to curdle

 - low - in a tray - I could not resist...

...and that's why my toes turned purple."