Totem Pole

My gran was American and used to work on a Native American Reservation for a while. This was her totem pole.
When mum and dad went on holiday she came to look after us. Mum and dad gave us scissors and made us promise not to cut our hair. I had an idea. We cut off the cat's whiskers. Gran was very upset, but the cat didn't mind, she was purring when we did it.
Gig alert: Friday this week at Scaledown, the King and Queen, Foley Street (near Cleveland Street) in the West End. I'm on at 9 p.m., it's a short set but there are lots of good other things on. Free.