The Unfortunate Tail or Cousin Oscar Cocks A Snook

Ah...Now that is Cousin Oscar. He would be your second cousin, twice removed..? Yes. A rather unfortunate business that. He never quite fitted in. Oh, I don’t think you could call him ‘a black sheep’ exactly, but still...It was all rather unfortunate.

You can see the problem right there, if you look carefully. Do you see what he’s done? Insinuated himself, between the birds and the dogs, with a small entourage of his feline confederates! This photograph was probably taken for proof; I wouldn’t be at all surprised.

He is defying Great Aunt Euphorbia, knowing full well the rage it would elicit. She established her emporium to praise and promote the virtues of both avian and canine species – her life-long loves – but was absolutely adamant she would never admit any, ‘self-serving, hedonistic cats!’

Of course, eventually, the reins had to be passed on and by that time Oscar was her eldest survivor so...Apparently, there was some confusion caused in the early days of his tenure; even a formal complaint made to the arcade’s managers, by a woman with a highly allergic son.

But finally, after negotiation, Oscar had the signs amended...And had the audacity to have the word, ‘CAT’ added, in first place too! He said it was a practical point, but we all knew better; cocking a snook...that’s what it was; intended to set Great Aunt Euphorbia positively spinning.