Have you got a dog or cat that just can't stand thunder storms? Fortunately our dog would sleep through a nuclear blast. Sometime ago I found this pic on the net. This pic has always stayed with me. My imagination served it's purpose. Consider Miranda and Johnnie. Miranda, obviously the older wiser of the two, tolerates the dog - usually.
There once was a cat named Miranda
Who sat still on the veranda
She said to the dog
You eat like a hog
And actually, I really can't stand'ya.
The dog said to the cat in a dither
You sure can make my spirits wither
You're just an old puss
A wretched old wuss
Like a snake, I’ve seen you slither
I ought to scratch out your eye
You’re dumb to the bone
And all alone
My loathing will soon make you die
The scrapping went on through the night
The two dodgers fought into the light
When the sun rose
In their repose
They were holding each other quite tight.