Walking My Tiger Home

Walking my Tiger home, if only I had known in the small print of the sale there was a claws in a nutshell it was leading to instructions about feeding if I'd have known I would have stopped to think and paws. Fur this big cat ain't no Vegan it eats food like Becca Teagan in fact any living creature roaming free, which fills me with disquiet since the Tiger's fussy diet means the only thing at home he'll eat is me. In retrospect, methinks I should have bought a Lynx it's much smaller and so are what it will munch if I'd thought about it sooner I could have got a Puma since there's cattle up the road he'd have for lunch. And what would have been much neater is an elegant young Cheetah since they leave us human people well alone, much much better than a Panther, that would not have been the anther since all there'd be of me left is my bones. So the motion I have carried is to go off and get married and when the Tiger's ate and belched and had his fill get re-wed to some more wives, they'll have short but happy lives and they'll help me to keep down my feeding bill. For contest 'Walking my tiger home', sponsor David Lindsay