Furry Mammals

"You stole my husband!"

'I did not!'

"Did too, you damn shrew."

'Shrew? Shrewmouse.

Ms. Muset to you.'

Teeth gnashed, claws flew,

'OWWW' 'What is WRONG with you?'

Ms. Muset's accuser stood proud,

a tuft of the tramp's fur hung in her mouth.

Her own brown grey pelt was shamefully askew.

Her muscles were tense, "Well, what did you do?"

'I didn't STEAL your husband, it's totally untrue.

We're not even a monogamous species,

So I couldn't steal your husband.

That's a human point of view.'