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Jeeze, if it's not the voice of herself calling me in from the sunshine for a plate of corned beef and cream, but just before I saunter off and squeeze me whiskers through the cat-flap, I'd like to tell you a little bit about the family. The brave and noble de' Medici-O'Sullivans settled a long time ago in the County Cork in Ireland and are now feared far and wide by every small, twitchy, furry thing from May's Stream to the old cow-shed over at Ger McCarthy's place. The de' Medicis are an elegant, proud-tailed and much travelled race, dropped off here by Christopher Columbus on his way to discovering America. In them far off days they didn't make the sacks as strong as they do now down at the Cork Sack'N'String Company and it wasn't long before they'd shaken the water from their paws and teamed up with the O'Sullivans. A tougher tribe of strong, fighting, black and white craters you couldn't ever begin to imagine, with pin-sharp claws and whiskers as stiff as broom bristles. Anyways, they fought and flourished down among the valleys of County Cork, the greenest bit of Ireland and don't let them Tabbies from the County Kerry tell you any different. (Me long-lost cousin Blackie-Whitey de' Medici-O'Sullivan went there visiting once and if he'd ever bring it upon himself to come back, I could tell you what he thought of it.) So among the green they stayed, growing fat, as the yellow gorse flowered in the spring and the baby rabbits leapt and bounded about in the grass, playing 'rabbit' under the very nose of me great, great, great, great, great, great, great Uncle Black Ears. Generations went by until meself was born and a more handsome kit you never seen the likes of before. All black and white like the de' Medici-O'Sullivans before me, with big golden eyes and a black patch on my bristling whisker pad. But the fates looked down upon this kit and smiled upon the fella who lived on the farm over two miles away down by Walsh's Lane. The baby rabbits were far and few and thin in me early years and didn't me white fur turn yellow and me black fur turn grey with the cold and the very worry of it all, until, thanks be to everything, the bad fortune turned itself around when one day…..' "COSI, will you come in for your dinner NOW!!"
Miaow for now!
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Jeeze, herself is in bad form today…..
I suppose I'd better take meself over and have a sniff of the
corned beef, but don't go away, there's a bit more of me story
to tell yet. But I'll probably wash me whiskers, have a little
stretch and sleep in the sun first.
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