June 11th 2011 10:49 pm
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HERE IT IS PART II OF THE STORY: WHEN WE LEFT FRANCIS AND LITTLE FELLAR LAST THEY HAD JUST MET AND LITTLE FELLAR WAS STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE (YOU CAN READ IT IN YESTERDAY'S DIARY)
“What’er you gonna do with him?”she asked. I told her my plan.
“You don’t know any more about cats than you do about truck drivin’! Give him to me and I’ll take him to “Little sister” tonight”. You see, my vet Alicia was “Little sister” who was Francis’ youngest daughter and the best vet in the known universe. Just my opinion, I could be wrong. Well, that’s just what she done. Alicia fell in love with Little Feller soon’s she saw him that night. He kinda had that affect on people. She knew it would be tough to try and save him but he was a fighter and as she took him under her wing she promised to fight as long as he did, it was touch and go for awhile but he pulled through. Took ‘bout two weeks and he lost some body parts to frostbite but other than havin’ three legs, one ear and no tail, he was pretty much like any other kitten. On top of everything else, Alicia neutered him.
“Holy cow Alicia, you ‘bout through wittlin’ on that poor little kitten?”Says I.
“You just concentrate on drivin’ a truck caveman, I’ll take care of this little kitten!” She was a lot like her momma. Never did get that sweater back.
‘Bout a month later:
“When am I gettin’ my cat back Francis?” I asked.
“When he gets well” she says.
“He looks like he's a doin fine to me!”
“I’ll let you know” she says.
Well, for the next 18 years you never saw Francis without that little cat. She’d bring that cat to the office and you’d think he owned the place. Reckon maybe he did. He never lacked for attention. Even people who didn’t like cats, liked Little Feller. It was funny to see these big ol’ burly truckers rollin’ around on the floor playin’ with that little three legged, one eared, bobtail cat. He had more toys than most kids. He played hard but he’d get tucker’d out pretty quick. Alicia said it was ‘cause of freeze damage to his lungs. It wasn’t unusual to see him curled up in some trucker’s lap, both of them sawin’ logs. The trucker, wore-out from too many lonely days chasin’ that next load and Little Feller just plain wore-out. Wonder what they were dreamin’ ‘bout.
Somewhere along the line Francis retired and her oldest daughter Michelle took over. Shortly after Francis left, I did too. I’d see her now and again. I’d hang around the old office, drink coffee and lie about the old days. I bumped into Francis and Little Feller at the office awhile back. She hugged my neck and told me to stop drinkin’ their coffee. She put Little Feller on the floor and he hobbled over to his bed by the pot bellied stove and he was home again and everything in his world was good. It was the middle of January and I reminded Francis that it was eighteen years this month that I brought Little Feller home. Cold outside. We laughed about the good times and got all teary eyed about the sad times, the bad times and the hard times. Reckon things balance out. Sometime or the other we got to talkin’ about that old cat and when I was gonna get him back. Francis just laughed and said: “That ship has sailed old man. That old cat’s as much a part of my family as one of my girls.” I knew that. I leaned over and gave Frannie another hug and said “adios.” As I walked out into that gray cold to my ol’ pick-up I felt a deep sadness in my heart. I turned around and looked back to see Francis staring out the window at me with little fellar right there in "moma's" arms. I waved. She waved. Little fellar eye blinked at me, and I think in that instant in time I knew somethin’ wasn’t right with Frannie and as little fellar tucked his ole head under her chin, I think he knew it too.
Will there be more?
I read part 1 and part 2 and I'm glad the kitty lived to be 18 yr old so far, though he was sickly in the beginning!
I'm interested in seeing the rest of this well-written story too!
Love Ginger xo
WOW! Little kitty lived to be 18 so far! That's great! Although... no I have to know what happens NEXT to Francis!
Great story! That kitty is as old as me!
18 years old ! Wow. What a story of courage and kindness. I'm a tripod too. Little Feller has a brave heart! As *whittled* as he was, he and Francis were good company for each other. (My sisfur Gabby was right!) There is going to be another part isn't there? We want to know what happened to Francis.
GOOD story, Moe Moe!!! Brought tears to the Mama's eyes. Little Feller got to have a great life with lots of friends, after all, didn't he? Is there a little more coming?
This story is so good...there's gotta be more...we have to find out about Frannie!
aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.....fannie N LF both gotta be alrite ....moe...tell yur dad they GOTTA be alrite....noe trout for him otherwise!!!!
When bees parts 3??? Mees knows it bees sad, but still wants to reads it!!!
I just Love it! The Rough, Tough Trucker has BIG Heart! ♥
Great story! I enjoyed it. What's wrong with Frannie? Will there be more?
Hugs & Purrs,
Moe, that story is so beautiful it made my Mom cry! She's a writer and she thinks it's wonderful.
Jezebel oh my goodness I did not realize you were already 18 you seem like such young kitty, Sweets you are truly a sweetheart and moma did not remember you are a tripod, wow we gotta go check out our page again.
I am just too excited that so many kitties are reading the story and waiting on the next part.
Hey Blizz booboo say "HI" that silly girlcat is so lovesick.
I can't say if the end is happy or sad ... you could be right but then again maybe not. (that is how my dad says it when he don't want tell mom the end of one of his stories MOL)
Thanks to you are for reading thus.far
oh MOL da tabbies! We gotta have troute I sure hope the story has a happy ending you pawsitivitly must not withhold the torute or we will have to go forthe stooooopid burds! Please don't make us do it.
18 years and missing parts.... wow. I especially love the end. I've seen Zach nudge Mom's chin many times while she's holding him.