There I was, mindin my own business by the wading path – well, maybe looking to harass a bird or two, but there’s no harm in that – so I was just sittin there when this big brute of a Barbary duck, ‘e comes right up to me an ‘e pecks me on the whiskers – right on the whiskers like that – and ‘e says, ‘lovely day to go fishin, innit?’ and ‘e went on nibblin and I said to him, rather crossly, ‘ain’t gonna catch many fish in a swimming pool, mate, but you’ll catch less of ‘em in my whiskers.’
He laughed and said ‘that’s right, that’s quite right,’ and I was thinking to myself, what’s this fellow gettin off on, he’s got no right to assault me right in my own yard, and ‘e made me lose my first kiss to a Barbary besides.
‘You look like a bright kitten,’ says ‘im, ‘what say we duck this yard and go find some real fishin – I know how to get under the fence.’
There musta been somethin in his voice, cuz I am usually a cat with a lotta brightness (and lovely, if I say so myself), but like a kitten I followed ‘im.