Missy lived at number one Guelph street.
She also lived at number two, number three, number four, number five and number six.
Missy lived in six houses so that he could have six dinners. Each and every night she would slip out of number one, where she might have had chicken, into number two for fish...
on to number three for lamb
liver at number four
fish again at number five...
ending at number six with beef-and-kidney stew.
Since the neighbours did not talk to each other on Guelph street, they did not know what Missy was up to. They all believed the cat they fed was theirs, and theirs only.
But Missy had to work hard for his dinners. It wasn't easy being six people's pet. He had six different names to remember and six different ways to behave.
When he was being Scaramouche, Missy put on swanky airs.
As Bob she had a job.
She was naughty as Mischief...
and silly as Sally.
As Sooty she smooched...
but as Schwartz she had to act rough and tough.
All this work sometimes wore Missy out. But she didn't care, as long as she had her six dinners. Besides she liked being scratched in six different places...
and sleeping in six different beds.
In fact, life on Guelph street was just about perfect for Missy, until...
one cold, damp day, she caught a nasty cough.
The next thing she knew, she was being taken to the vet. Poor Missy, she was taken not once...
not twice...
but six times! He went with six different people, in six different ways.
The vet said Missy's cough wasn't as bad as it sounded; but, to be on the safe side, she should have a spoonful of medicine.
Of course, Missy didn't have just one spoonful of medicine.
She has six!
Now, one black cat does look much like another; but nobody, not even a busy vet, could see the same cat six times without becoming suspicious. Sure enough, when he checked in his appointment book, the vet found six cats with a cough-all living on Guelph street!
So he called the owners at once....
and, oh dear, Missy was found out! When they discovered what she had been up to, Missy's owners said she had no buisness eating so many dinners.
They said, in the future, they would make sure she had onbly one dinner per day.
But Missy was a six-dinner-a-day cat. So she went to live at number one Parkinson place. She also lived at numbers two, three, four, five and six.
Unlike Guelph street, the people who lived on Parkinson place talked to each other. So, right from the start, everyone knew about Missy's six dinners.
And because everyone knew, nobody cared.
