Having feasted past-midnight, Persian Laila got up lazily at the stroke of twelve. Wearing her sparkling tiara, she rose with a numbing headache resultant of a hangover,
Caused by the left-over French champagne that she drank greedily from the China glass of her Benevolent master.
Her master’s darling she occupied a special place in his cozy lap and abhorred the site of her pot-bellied mistress,
For Laila considered her as a staunch-competitor and purred when ever she dared come near especially at long intervals of midnight drinks .
She would adorn herself on the left thigh of master and lick heavenly nectar only from the corner his pinkish wrinkled hands.
A site to behold midst bubblingchampagne and the smoke of expensive Cuban cigars. Her blue eyes drunk with envy and rage, she fought hard and with everyone for her master’s attention.
On rare occasions of evening strolls, she would walk with snobbish air and displeased countenance on the cobbled streets of rustic New York.
Looking down with disdain on all other pussies in the town, as she deemed them to be too causal and boring in the appearance,
For Laila came from the Persian peninsula from the house of the grand pasha of Azerbaijan, her great-grandmother the dark-eyed Hoorie was a favorite of the sultan-Suleiman.
And what a cherished presence on all matters important of every concern but was slain on one moonless night by the jealous ladies of Sultan’s Harem.
All were fine, till troubles started to brew, for master was a man of excess and one Persian damsel was not enough and yearned for another beauty to occupy the vacant right thigh!
So brought a petite French this time, Annabella who had a legacy of her own, for she came-from the family of Master pastry chef, Monsuier Jean Paul employed in the house of King Louis XII.
Both pussycats couldn’t look each other in the eye for both was endowed with looks and style to charm any.
One fine day while the master was away, in a brawl with each other both got their tails entangled, the mistress had enough and decided to sail one of them away…
And who better than the Persian Laila, for she was never in her good books. Hence a plan was hatched and poor Laila was swiftly hurried off to live with an old woman in quite a corner
Of the town and master was told a tale of how she eloped with neighbor’s Valentino who had-no history to boast of.
Annabella now the reigning queen while Laila spent her time remembering the days of glory gone by.
Beautifully penned
Thanks Parkash for your kind words. I truly appreciate it. Have a great weekend ahead!
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Are you real. Oh my god this is so beautiful. An artistry brilliance, desirous, magical
Thanks Shantanu, trust me I really enjoyed writing this. Idea came from the spoilt cats I see in neighborhood:)
I like it reading as much. Well done
Entertaining from start to finish – a well-crafted tale! ❤️😎👍
I really like it myself , its funny :). Cats are divas ,I see so many around they are so cleaver, while dogs are dumb 🙂
A very interesting and entertaining read! I enjoyed reading this. 😄
Thank you so much Ramyani, how kind of you! I’m really glad that you liked it, humor is good sometimes isn’t? Truly appreciate your insight!
Yes it is. It’s always my pleasure to read your creations. 😄
I’m glad you feel so, 👍, I am humbled!
Wonderful weaving of words. 🙂
Thanks Ron I’m glad you enjoyed it, truly appreciate your insight!
My pleasure Tanya. 🙂
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Absolutely love this, Tanya. ❤
It’s the type of narrative poem that’s right up my alley.
And with my penchant for telling puns, I loved that line about “the dark-eyed Hoorie was a favorite of the sultan- Suleiman.”
Talk about Carl Jung’s theory of synchronicity being at work, the blog post I wrote last night was a narrative poem about a cat.
Wilkie The Cat- a feline thespian, director and producer on Broadway is a regular recurring character in some of my humorously inclined narrative poems.
Well I’m so humbled that you liked it! Coming from you it means a lot!
I’ve always enjoyed humorous poems, somehow we don’t get to read that very often. I love mic- heroic and lampoons!
I am surprised you wrote a narrative poem on cat too… well Jung for once is making sense🥴! I know Wilkie the cat…. the mischief, you have many interesting characters to your name 🙂
Truly appreciate your insight as always, I’m gonna check out your poem now 😄😁
lovely 🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛