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Brickbat was a black fluffy cat
who had a limp and a sniff.
The limp wasn’t caused by a broken bone
but by a limb that was stiff.
Now one day when Brickbat went walking,
with his sniff and his stiff-legged limp,
he bumped into Sausage the dachshund
who called him a sniffling wimp.
Our Brickbat’s fur was ruffled,
down his back it stood up on end.
He hissed and he spat at the Sausage
and said, “That’s no way to speak to a friend.”
“Friend?” growled the low-slung Sausage.
“Friend, did you call me, you cat?
“I wouldn’t be friends with a sniffling wimp.”
And Sausage walked away from Brickbat.
Brickbat slumped down on the pavement;
he was sniffling much more, sad to say.
When along came Susie the Siamese cat
with a purr, a wriggle, and “Good day.”
Brickbat looked up in amazement.
“Are you speaking to me, Saucy Sue?”
“Indeed, that I am,” said the cat from Siam.
“I would like to be friends with you.”
“But I limp and I sniff,” snuffled Brickbat.
“So what?” asked Susie Siam.
“Is a cat with a sniff and a leg that is stiff
“any less of a cat than I am?”
crispina kemp 
I love this Brickbat!
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Thought you’d like it. Love your jewellery and cards, great stuff
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Bless you, my child. 🙂
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Aww cute story. There is a lesson here.
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Yea. It was written for my children, way, way, way back.
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👍😍
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I’m a cat lover so this I love! My first owner was a siamese. Her name was Pyewackette which also was the name of The Familiar in Bell Book and Candle. She loved taking me for walk on a lead. She was a great owner! I even fetched for her. So it doesn’t surprise me that Susie was so nice 😊😸
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I was a cat lover, very definitely owned by Mounty the Third (who had a limp) but that was before I realised that cats were part of the asthma. Ho-hum 🙂
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Awe I wish another cat would have me 🙂 But you still love cats despite your allergies? 🙂
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Yea, and I’d love another one. They way they snuggle up, their independance… but it can’t be. Ne’re mind, hey. 🙂
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Mine were all so very loving. They all had nice personalities. Simon, my black velvet was a real lover. He wanted to be near me constantly. He was so soft. I remember the day he had to leave me. He had diabetes ….enough lol I’m just upsetting myself thinking about it. I have his picture on my desk. Maybe I can tell you more about him another time. I should still be in bed.
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Monty was a rescued cat, found frozen in the snow. But he had a nasty habit of bringing home bits of birds. At the time we lived close to a nature reserve, with some rare breeding birds. I’m saying nothing beyond that.
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Okay! I know about cats bringing gifts. I spent time in Idaho at a friend’s log cabin with a cat door. Getting up at night and walking in the dark was risky. ewwwwwwww
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Yea, I can imagine.
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😏
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