ME AND PUSSY CATS

Andrew Alexandre Owie · 4 Grudnia 2020

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By Constantin /kɔ̃s.tɑ̃.tɛ̃/ Grigorieff (1968-2008),

The Order of Courtly Mannerists

ME AND PUSSY CATS
(From The Feline King`s Literary Diary)

I am the Chairman of a cat breeding unit.
On Sundays, at nine fourty five a.m.,
After my eating the old bachelor`s pudding
I go to the club. All cats I know by their names.

In here I am met by well-dressed children,
I take the key and lead them to the hall,
Where after sitting down, with my fingers
I sign my books on cats for all.

A little later come the girls much elder,
Before come in, they always, to let steam,
Smoke all together on the stair landing,
While giggling or just talking over me.

One of the girls assists me very rightly:
She reads aloud, oft she types my scribbles,
She wears only sweaters that fit tightly,
Which outline her figure and her nipples.

She flirts with me, it`s clear, close in-fighting,
Just to then make a fool of me, I think.
She is McCoy, but young sex gangsters hardly
Sense danger of my inmost dreams.

Once when I read about coupling
And my ball pen rolled down behind her table ...
Well, I was looking for it in the darkness
And felt her shapely legs instead of my ball pen.

Since then my love has changed a little:
She gazes so wistfully on me,
She bites her scarlet lips the way a horse bites bridle,
With other girls she no longer deals.

When Xmas night before we decorated
The hall with tinsels, balls and snowflakes,
My love felt like a cat in a strange garret,
In company of girls I was at stake.

The hour has struck! She`s prattled
`I must have left my scarf at club!`
The melody of love made us excited,
The hall was full of sound of sweet harps.

We entered dusk of intimate connection,
She silently took off her sweeter, then
She lay down on a table. With affection
I stood stunned with her chastity, so plain.

The ceiling decorated with the banners
We later viewed while lying on the floor.
There were the twinkling lights around
And snow sparkled outdoors.

I started thinking soon what this affair
Would lead to. From the public point of view,
The girl`s a bit too young, and it`ll be fair
To pay her, or to the work in club I`ll say adieu.

Oh my! I quite forgot, there was a sure method,
The ancient magic spell ... those very words,
If to declare love of mine to her beforehand ...

I have all rights, or else I`m fired afterwards.

A crystal sound rustled in the silence.
I said those words! The hall was made to sway!
The girl turned out to become a cat! Sans violence!
She mewed and swiftly ran away!

Well, well! Be off! I shall forgive you!
Though I shall suffer from the rats,
Just to avoid discreditation, I have to
Turn my girls to cats!

I go proudly along the hallways
With shining eyes as bright as a laser beam,
The pussy cats run after me in crowds,
And all the time they moan, sneeze and scream.
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The poem is brilliantly recited in Russian by the presenters of the former MoscowGirls.Tv Yulia and Alyona. They`re the excellent actresses and nice girls. It`s but the naked truth!

I enjoy every single line of the poem, and the girls recite it ideally. Well done, thank you! Alyona, she`s got such a deep voice. Yulia is so playful. Playgirls! Educated and artistic!