The Siamese and the Blood Hound
by Zoe the Wonder Cat
In rural Alabama lived an enterprising Siamese and a rather lazy blood hound. While the Siamese was busy patrolling her home to keep out marauding mice, the blood hound preferred to spend all his time sleeping on the front porch.
One afternoon both animals grew hungry. The ambitious cat had rid the house of mice, and the insouciant dog had licked clean his supper dish.
"Boo hoo, hoo, what shall I do?" wailed the hound. "I am so hungry!"
"Come into the kitchen, " beckoned the cat.
"But that's too much trouble. Besides I like it here on the porch."
"Suit yourself, " replied the feline.
The crafty Siamese sat and thought of a plan to get some food. Soon an idea formed inside the ingenious feline brain.
With a twitch of her long brown tail, the Siamese headed toward the
kitchen.
She spied the dog's food dish and began to drag it across the floor.
Scrape, scrape, scritch went the dish as it slid across the linoleum.
Pausing slightly, she peeked around the corner to see if the humans were aware of the bowl's scraping.
The man sat in front of his television. He seemed mildly annoyed at the sound coming from the kitchen, but he did not turn around to discover the source of the noise.
"Well, it is time for plan B," hissed the cat.
She sauntered out on the front porch and bit the sleeping dog on the
tail.
Before the lazy hound could open his eyes, she dashed inside the house and hid.
The dog let out a wail.
Then the cat started carefully scraping the dish across the floor.
"Darn it, that dog must be hungry again! I better get up and feed him so he'll shut up. I do want to watch the rest of the ball game," complained the man.
That pronouncement caused the cat to rush away into the laundry room. She hid behind the dryer where she could observe what the man was doing.
"Well, I guess I could give him that left over chicken that's in the frig."
The man carefully pulled the chicken away from the bones. He knew better than to give chicken bones to his beloved hound!
"Mmm, mmm, " purred the feline as she watched every last movement the man made.
Once finished, the man placed the chicken in the hound's dish. Then he returned to the living room to watch the rest of his game.
Peering out the front door, the Siamese noticed that the hound was fast asleep!
She thought to herself, "Well, I guess I didn't nip him too hard!"
Then she sashayed into the kitchen and ate every last morsel of the chicken.
Later that night, the man patted his dog on the head.
"Good boy, " he crooned, "you ate every bit of that chicken that I gave you!"
The confused dog looked over at the empty dish and began to howl.
"Greedy dog! I'm not feeding you anything else. I gave you enough chicken to feed the entire United Nations. Now go back out on the porch, and quit bothering me!"
He escorted the hapless hound to the porch. The poor dog went the entire evening without his supper.
The cat just sat back and burped.
Moral: The fruit of laziness is an empty stomach.
Updated 08/30/00
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