November 3rd 2012 1:27 pm
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Last night mama told me and Gunnie a beddytime story. We both love stories, so we curled up on the big bed with mama and listened. We listened so hard I think our ears got bigger.
Mama started our story with "Once upon a time..." In the story, which mama said is true, she was four years old. Our grampster was buildin a new house for his family, so grammie and mama and her new little sister who was just borned were livin with great grammie and great grampster in Wyoming. Mama was a good little girl, but she missed her daddy, and she was kinda confused bout what was goin on with the new baby and the new house and stuff.
Right before grampster was to come and get his family, somebuddy dropped a litter of baby kitties off on the corner at great grammie and great grampster's house. Grammie found the kitties first, and she told great grammie bout the kitties. All but one was wild, but the one tiger striped kitty was real sweet. Great grammie said to be sure that mama did not see the kitties cuz she would want one. Well, grammie thought maybe that was the perfect thing to make mama happy and start their new life in Big Sky Country in the new house. Against great grammie's wishes, grammie made sure that mama saw the kitties. Course, when mama and grammie went outside all of the kitties runned away, all but one, the tiger stripey one. Grammie helped mama pick the baby kitty up and cuddle him. Mama's eyes were shinin, and she asked if she could keep the kitty. Grammie said yes, even though she knew great grammie and great grampster did not want the baby kitty around.
Just a few days later grampster came in an old flatbed truck to take his family to the new house. The new baby kitty was comin too. Mama had named him Tiger. There was not much room in the front of the truck, so grammie and grampster made Tiger a nice bed in a big cardboard box and packed it with the nuther boxes on the flatbed.
The trip was bout 400 miles, and they could not go very fast in the old truck. Only bout 25 miles from where they started, it started rainin. Now grammie and grampster knew that Tiger's box would get real wet, and maybe Tiger would get real wet too. Grampster found a place to stop, and he and grammie got Tiger outta his box. Then they brought him to mama. Tiger rode almost 400 miles curled up in mama's lap. He never yelled or tried to get away or anything; he was a perfect gentleman.
That Tiger kitty was the first of several Tigers that mama had. He was a special kitty. He was real big and fluffy. He loved everbuddy, and he hardly ever even put his claws out. If he snagged one of his claws, he would sit and wait for somebuddy to get him unsnagged. It was a happily ever after story. Tiger lived many happy years in Big Sky Country with mama and her family.
P.S. In case ya did not know, Gunnie's T stands for Tiger cuz mama wanted him to have a connekshun with all the good tiger kitties who came before him.
What a great story!
That is a pawsome story!
Ohhhhh! *sniff* What a wonderfully happy story!