Tuxedo

Tuxedo By Sami Khalil       (The Batty Cat)

The city skyline gave way to leafy woods, an enclave of the wealthy in Boston, overshadowed by their grandiose auras of mansions, crowning the admiration of any visitor and passersby.

Colonial and Greek styles, with massive Doric, Ionic and Corinthian columns were circled by ornate wrought-iron gates of late vogue and craze. All European predilections were expressed soulfully. An astonishing one belonged to a local psychiatrist who was a de-facto definition of the “populist bizarre.”

Although an expert in the anatomy of batty behaviors and rueful obituaries, he replenished the curiosity of his neighbors by advertising daily in needing a cat sitter for his beloved feline. A procession of people filed in and out of the mansion, failing the test at hand.

“You mean to tell me that the cat has to decide liking me before I start the job?”, one would say. Others will leave solemnly in protest over this crazy and worthless endeavor, although losing a handsome outlay. Some slept fitfully. All have failed in front of Tuxedo, the batty cat, to click with so to speak after his (cat scan).  

With a frightful hiss that mimicked snakes, he would voice his displeasure, exposing sharp fangs. Grumpy and feared, no one dared toying with him. They were frozen even in their tracks by those eerie green eyes, silhouetting a bad omen. All approached him gingerly, ambling along carefully to no avail, contracting feline fears, starvingly poor in reason. But there were red flags to raise blood pressures and shaky hands in no sense of detachment whether passion or purpose.

Finally, a lady named Olga, infused with pride and no fear, answered the call by a clever approach, bluntly borrowed from her guiltless conscience, battling this engagement successfully in the spaces of recent memory, heads scratching, eyes popping. Injuncting the norm by using her wit and magic, she went to the local animal shelter and found an exact copy of this cat, bought it, then proceeded in replacing him with a slight of hand, carrying him miles and miles away to drop that wicked one from atop Mt. Greylock.

The Doc. gave her the job, advertising in the local media her story and how she was the only one to do such a marvelous feat, miraculous to be specific. She enjoyed fame and fortune for her business grew and flourished among other wealthy callers.  

One day the Doc. and his family came back from a month’s vacation in Switzerland, he found a traumatized cat outside that looked like his, Turkey wandering, brainlessly grinding his teeth. He let him in and as soon as he spotted his counterpart being treated like a king, he ferociously attacked him, killing him instantly. The doctor was confused for they both looked alike. He buried the dead cat in a pomp and circumstance ceremony, attended by local politicians. Olga dared not come back for her life was at stake now. She thought to herself, I should have shot him, burying him in a fitting Tuxedo.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' They were frozen even in their tracks by those eerie green eyes, silhouetting a bad omen. All approached him gingerly, ambling along carefully to no avail, contracting feline fears, starvingly poor in reason. '

Well now, Sami.. having to think about this somewhat surreal piece of story-telling! Seems you've flown off into a world where catty tales have more meaning than politics, sex and religion when it comes to replacing something 'batty''! As ever you turn language on its head so much so i was impressed if not a tad bewildered!

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. This is more philosophical and deals with good and evil to some extent but using humor and sarcasm. You are an intelligent lady and you most certainly well rounded. I'm so glad you liked my Batty Cat story for Halloween is approaching, too. All rich blessings. Thank you joyfully.

[MCS]

Good heavens my friend your talents have no boundaries!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I can't thank you enough dear poet and friend for this marvelous review and appreciation. You are appreciated. God bless.

[MCS]

i speak the truth my friend

[Sami Khalil]

::::::)))))))))

[Sami Khalil]

"she was the only one to do such a marvelous feat, miraculous to be specific. She enjoyed fame and fortune"

Sami Khalil

[Sami Khalil]

"With a frightful hiss that mimicked snakes, he would voice his displeasure, exposing sharp fangs. Grumpy and feared, no one dared toying with him."

Sami Khalil