Maxine told me that she would like to give Stand-Up Comedy a try. I encourage my little Pallies to follow their dreams. So I took her to Open-Mic Night at the Eidson Road Field. Yeah. For lack of anything better… they call it “The Funny Farm.”
At any rate, I thought she was pretty dang hilarious. I mean…. a LOT of the other animals were laughing. Even the chickens were cackling.
Why don’t cats play poker in the jungle? Too many cheetahs.
What is a cat’s way of keeping law & order? Claw Enforcement.
Did you hear about the cat who swallowed a ball of wool? She had mittens.
What do you call the cat that was caught by the police? The purrpatrator.
Why is the cat so grouchy? Because he’s in a bad mewd.
What do cats like to eat for breakfast? Mice Krispies.
And right about then… the heckling started.
“Hey you dumb mutt. Why don’t you stick to barking? You are putting me in such a bad mood…. I’ll throw up Mice Head Krispies all over your stage. I’ve seen hair balls funnier than you. You want a mouthful of these mittens…. huh….huh?”
A dang dog-hating-cat was in the audience.
Needless to say… Max was dejected and heartbroken.
A budding young canine comedian…. stifled by one lone cat-heckler. Since that time….. she’s been a real Terrier, I’ll tell you.
It is hard to be a funny dog some days. Especially in a world of un-funny cats.
Max now tells me that she wants to be an acrobat in Cirque du Soleil.
“A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life.” – William Arthur Ward