One morning in my home town of Catamount Colorado, I said to Carlo my catamite, "Do you know sometimes I think my life is just a catalogue of catastrophies" Carlo just lay there like he was in a catatonic trance, showing no sign of having heard a word I'd said. So I grabbed the cat-o'-nine-tails from the cuphook on by the cupboard, and cracked loudly in the air above him. Well he catapulted out of that bed like a cat off hot bricks, he rolled like a catherine wheel on the bed side rug upsetting the vase of catnip on the bedside table, and headed for the bathroom like a scalded cat.
But I knew he wanted me to catch him.......................