September 12th 2011 8:55 pm
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OK, so they're gone again since last evening after dinner. Mama Cat showed up for breakfast without them, and then took off again and hasn't been back all day. What next?
September 12th 2011 7:01 am
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What is it with the CAT OF THE WEEK not ever changing now? That's just weird. We were gone for awhile, but I could swear that this Luke was COTW when we left, and there he is still! Not that he isn't a handsome devil, ya understand.
September 9th 2011 6:33 am
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OK - so first: we're sorry we haven't kept up with anyone's diaries. There's probably a heck of alot of stuff that's gone on that we know nothing about. Case in point - we just saw last night that our friend Manytoes (so named for obvious reasons) was under the weather with a urinary blockage. He's back home now after having some stressful V-E-T time - yall all know what THAT'S like! And now his Mama will have to look into the whole special diet thingy. Any of you reading this (though considering we've been gone so long, there may not be many!) who have special insight into this problem, might want to drop in and play "the Aunt Suzie routine" with advice - this may be one of those times when advice is not unwelcome! :)
Second: Tuesday, the Mama and Papa took advantage of the fact that the kittens were off the porch playing (they thought) in the grass, and they did some cleaning up of the porch area where they'd been staying. They took some stuff out of the way and made the bedding area more comfortable - not adding anything new, just allowing for more space and better coverage from the elements. It isn't the permanent shelter they were intending to set up for the winter, but would still be something better for when the temps start to fall lower than the low 50's it's already been hitting.
Well, apparently this was not to Mama Cat's liking. Everyone was there for dinner, but the great exodus must have happened right after, because things were very quiet after that. Next morning, no one came to eat breakfast... or lunch... or dinner.
Papa Cat came by and ate what was sitting out, but no sign of anyone else. The pawrents weren't sure how they felt - disappointed...maybe a little relieved, if you can forgive them. Wondering what they were going to do with all this cheaper catfood (if there is such a thing) that they bought for the ferals. Sleeper, never the picky eater, is waving her paw in the air: "Oh, I know, I know!!!"
Then last night, Mama Cat shows up by herself, looking for dinner. Our Mama fed her - hoping, but not feeling too sure, that Mama Cat was at least still nursing her babies some where, since they probably aren't world class hunters yet. Hoping that Mama Cat hadn't just abandoned those babies like she did us, but under some other window where the people wouldn't be caring about them. After Mama C left, our Mama went to look under the shelter, just to make sure no one was there - it was empty.
This morning, there was Mama C at the door as usual for breakfast. Our Mama put out the food - not as much as she had been since Mama C was alone. But as she was bringing the full water bowl back, there was one of the black kittens eating with Mama C!!! Our Mama quick ran back inside and got the rest of the can of food and dumped it in the pan. Baby had run away, of course - they are the most skittish kittens, and BTW - completely silent - they NEVER mew. (Sleeper could give them lessons on that one. She made a heck of a racket as a baby, and she hasn't stopped since!) But when the Mama looked out the window, there they ALL were - Mama C and all four kits. And they were eating like they hadn't eaten in...well, a couple of days!
So, guess we're back in the kitten farm business - Hummpph!
August 28th 2011 8:10 am
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Well, I see I got DDP today, which is kinda ironic and a little embarrassing, seeing as how the Mama has hardly let us be online for the past month! But, since I’m here, there’s news to report. We have invaders on our north porch!
That’s right, not only are Mama Cat and Papa Shadow coming up there to get their dinner, but now Mama Cat has brought her four – count ‘em – FOUR little furry fuzzballs with her!!! Two little mini-Samhains and two little mini-Sleepers. This is going entirely too far…
The Mama says she’s sorry they hadn’t caught Mama C before this happened and done something to prevent it, but there you go – Life Happens. She’s happy that Mama C trusts her and the Papa enough that she brought them up on the porch instead of having them hang out in the woodpile. (She still hisses, though, whenever she sees them come out the door onto the porch.) Sleep and I were wondering how those kittens managed to squeeze in the little holes to get under the loose woodpile, but maybe that’s partly the point – they don’t FIT under there anymore!
So, déjà vu, man…uh, cat. The Mama says they will NOT be bringing all those others in the house (that would be 6 more cats in a small house!) What they WILL do is build a shelter on the porch for Mama C, Papa Shadow – who seems to get along fine eating side by side with M.C. (haven’t seen what he’s like with the kits yet), and kits so they have a winter home out of the elements. She’s (the Mama) already been warned by friends that she shouldn’t start NAMING the babies.
Oh, and this morning was their first time on the porch, and they had no difficulty zeroing in on that food bowl where Mama C was having breakfast. The Mama had seen one of them through the window before she went out, so she put extra food out just in case. They liked it! All look healthy and bright-eyed.
August 21st 2011 8:11 am
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Help! I’ve only got a moment to write before the Mama comes back. She’s really mad and says she’s thinking of trading us in on hamsters, or – even worse – parakeets!!! She also said that she thinks I belong in a feline juvenile detention center! (sob)
Last night I got yelled at maybe 50 times for jumping on the kitchen counter, and then come bedtime I wouldn’t settle down and kept chasing Sleeper around the house. Finally, I stopped for awhile – we’d gone out to the cattery to watch the nightlife. Come midnight or so, I was at it again, though, zooming around the house, leaping up on things and over the Mama, too! After the third pass over her, she grabbed me, and with much grumbling, put me in our bedroom and shut the door. Whew! For a minute there, I was afraid she was going to keep me separate from Sleeper (oh no!!!), but then she was back with Sleep tucked under her arm, mumbling more threats under her breath.
I ran in and out of the catdoor into the cattery a few times making as much noise as possible. Then I chased Sleep around a little - just to show I didn’t care that we (me!) were being punished. But Sleeper quickly lost interest, (she doesn’t like to make the Mama unhappy) and she went to sleep.
This morning I could tell the Mama was still feeling ticked off; she says she’s always like that WHEN SHE DOESN’T GET ENOUGH SLEEP. Mostly I kept to myself, though Sleeper had to go suck up and make sure she was still “the good kitty” – yuck!!! Not me – I can do what I want!..........
(Do you think I should go apologize? She was just kidding, right? I don’t want to be traded for a parakeet. Sniffle…)
August 4th 2011 5:35 am
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See - all the running and jumping on counters was just the warm-up for the main event - competition hunting! Last night we got down to business.
First to score - SAMHAIN! (Big applause) I brought in a mouse! OK, so it was a very SMALL mouse, but ya gotta understand - we are limited by the size of the wire mesh on our cage. Now when the winter sets in (oh, in about a couple of weeks - the Mama interjects only half-jokingly), and the mice start coming in the house, we may have some bigger sport.
I brought that wee little mousie in and hardly had any time to chase it in the house, 'cause the Mama and Papa were still up, and the Mama heard it squeak. I was growling and wouldn't let it go, so the Papa just picked ME up and put me back through the catdoor, mousie and all! I came back in, though, and let it go in the Mama's closet. After much grumbling from the Papa, the mouse was caught and this time taken out the front door while the Mama distracted me with some kitty treats. Hey, wait a minute - I wasn't through with that!
2nd Score: SLEEPER! (More applause) By this time, the pawrents were already in bed. Sleeper's such a card; she thought it would be great fun to put the frog on the sheet next to the Papa's nose. (Hee hee) According to the Papa, the poor little thing was terrified and didn't move. He was able to scoop it up and take it outside, unharmed. (I'm not sure if we can say that about the mousie, though it WAS still alive.)
3rd Score: ? Don't know who this belongs to, so we end in a tie. (Big groan from the audience) This morning the Mama is walking to the kitchen sink and sees the dessicated body of another baby frog. (TYPIST'S ADDITION: This is baby frog season, BTW - there are literally thousands out there in the grass right now.)Guess we'll have to go for a rematch - alRIGHT!!!
Oh, and my eye DOES look better this morning, but the Mama says we'll continue the antibiotic ointment for at least today.
August 3rd 2011 1:33 pm
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So, anyway – apparently Sleeper and I aren’t fully matured after all. The Mama thought that our 4 AM Zoomies had ended, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Think again! Ever since she got back from her trip down south, we (OK, it’s mostly been ME) have been acting up again. Not just the middle of the night wakeup calls either. I seem to think I own the kitchen counter – my own personal walkway! And, of course, anything on it is fair game. Plus I’ve been chasing Sleeper around the house at top speed. It’s true that she sometimes turns tables on me and chases me back, but mostly the Mama thinks she wouldn’t do it if I didn’t get her started. She’s the GOOD KITTY (sneer, cough, gag). I mean, I love her, but what a kiss-ass!
And the other day, the Mama came home smelling suspiciously of tomcat. “Where have you BEEN?!” I asked her. “Buying books”, she said. Now there’s a likely story. Then the next day, she AND the Papa came home reeking of tomcat and the Mama’s pants were covered in ginger-colored hairs! This is just too much; even Sleeper was a little put-out about it. It’s bad enough that they are feeding BOTH of those feral cats out on the porch; now they leave home to go consort with unknown toms. I’m amazed they have the nerve to complain about my little, insignificant behavior quirks.
And besides that, she should be feeling sorry for me because I have a gimpy, weepy eye. She just fished the antibiotic ointment out of the refrigerator; it’s leftover from when I was a kitten, which was less than a year ago, so it’s still good. She told me if she doesn’t see improvement in a couple of days, she’ll take me to the V-E-T. I think it’s already MUCH BETTER, Mama!
Oh, and Jezebel would be proud of my assertiveness. The night after the Mama and Papa came back covered in ginger hair and ‘eau de tomcat’, I was very bad during the night, running top speed and knocking things down, so the Mama got up and closed us in our room for the rest of the night (that still left us access to the cattery, BTW). When she got up in the morning, SOMEONE - I’m not saying who – had ‘missed’ the box and peed on the floor! OK, it might have been an accident…maybe. I’m not saying! Hehehe…
July 28th 2011 2:24 pm
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First, Sleeper and I are 10 months old today! We’re getting so OLD, but just lately we’ve been having the zoomies again like Hunter says he’s been having. Is that hormones or something? What ARE hormones? – MOL!
Anyways, we want ‘specially to apologize for committing the Great Internet Sin of posting something, whether written or video, that is TOO LONG!!! The Mama says she’s sorry, too, for her part in the typing of our story in my diary – after all, she doesn’t like reading long articles on the Net either! We just all got caught up in the story, and, see – we HAD to know how it turned out!
But, really the Tabbies are at least partly responsible, because when we asked them for help, they said they were bringing cannons and cutlasses! Well, shoot! (little pun there) Who DOESN’T like cannons and cutlasses? So we just had to write some circumstances into the story that let them actually USE them. And you can’t just do that in some offhand way: “Oh, BTW, they fired a cannon ball through the gate…” No, you have to kinda lead up to it and build the suspense.
There you have it. The Mama said we should come and apologize, ‘cause even SHE was very tired of all that typing. So we’re really, really, really sorry and we promise to never do it again……..Well, OK – we might do it again, but if we do, we’ll do it in shorter segments and we’ll post a disclaimer -
WARNING: SNOOZE ALERT!!!
As the Tabbies would say: OK then.
July 27th 2011 6:22 pm
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[Finally - the last episode!]
Most of the cats in the trailer were sleeping, or talking quietly in small groups. Sleeper lay with her head against Shadow’s shoulder.
“Where are we headed?” she asked, yawning.
“To the Lake Michigan coast. The Tabbies are taking the kits to their boat, the S.S. Dude; it’s docked there.”
“Are they taking them to Trout Towne with them?”
Shadow shrugged, “No, they say they’ve got something else in the works, but they’re not telling. Once they’ve dropped the kits, they’ll swing back around and drop off the rest of us.”
Sleeper yawned again, and stretched before settling more comfortably against Shadow.
“This was amazing,” she said, dreamily.
“Everyone was wonderful. When I was in the house, for a moment I could see all of it. We weren’t separate, but were parts of some greater thing. I can’t explain it right. I saw you and the Tabbies pulling the cannon,” she laughed softly, and I just loved you guys so much then.”
“I love you, Sleeper,” Shadow said gently.
“I know. I love you, too, Shadow. Thank you so much for coming to us,” she murmured, unknowingly echoing Samhain’s words to him earlier. In the next instant she was asleep. Shadow gathered her closer to him, heart aching. She had said the words, but the feeling behind them had been no different than his daughter’s.
“Yes, sleep, my precious little one. You are safe from me,” he said, kissing the top of her head tenderly, and then he, too, slept.
In another corner of the trailer, Samhain and Siddhartha sat, holding paws, gazing into each other’s eyes. Samhain was first to break the silence.
“Why did you say: ‘It is you’? she asked.
Sidd smiled and Samhain caught her breath. A part of her mind said: “It’s like the sun rising at dawn.”
“I saw you in my meditation. You were gliding across the sky, your eyes shining like stars in the night.”
He saw me on the kite, she thought.
“I looked closer, and I saw You,” he pressed his paw over her heart, “the true Self which you guard so closely inside. You are very beautiful, little Samhain.”
“What will happen now?” she wondered aloud.
“I will go home.”
“To India. The Maharaj is waiting for me.”
And though they were traveling into the rising sun, Samhain felt as if it were setting.
It was just getting light as they reached the docks. To everyone except the Tabbie’s great surprise, there was an enormous yacht anchored next to the S.S. Dude. All the kits who could walk had piled out of the humvee and the trailer, and were staring up, open-mouthed. Sheriff Sauce of Fishbone grinned, and said: “The Ma Ha Ra Gee. We sent him wurd via morriz de cat code rite after the fust time Sow-in contack ed us. His yot is REELLY quik!”
So it was that all the poor kitties whose lives had been so wretched up to this point, now found themselves adopted by one of the richest men in India, and headed for his estate where they would live out the rest of their days in peace and joy, and with all the trout and eels they could eat, thanks to the deal the Tabbsters made with the Maharaj!
Sidd, after an emotional reunion with the Maharaj, found Samhain and took her apart from the others.
“Come with us,” he urged. “We can be together always.”
“I can’t,” she shook her head miserably. “I belong here, with Sleeper and the Mama and Papa.”
“I feared this would be your answer,” he said, smiling sadly.
“Please, take this token which the Maharaj has procured for me. When you look upon it, think of me.” He placed a small jade figurine in her paw. It was a statue of an elephant-headed man in robes which were trimmed in real gold. It had four arms and a crown on its head. In the crown were three tiny jewels: an amethyst, a diamond, and a ruby.
“It’s beautiful, but…what is it?” she asked.
“It is an image of the most blessed Ganesha, the maker and remover of obstacles. By His grace, there will be no obstacle between us but miles. And if I am in your heart, distance is immaterial.”
“I love you,” Samhain said.
“Always,” Siddhartha replied.
It was a little after 10:00 AM before the Tabbies made it to S&S’s home. They’d dropped everyone else off first at the girls’ insistence, since, as they pointed out, their pawrents weren’t due back before the afternoon, but everyone else’s family might notice their absence and be worried.
Sleeper and Samhain gave all the Tabbie’s big hugs while Shadow mostly confined himself to more manly pawshakes, feeling a little awkward about the whole hugging thing; though he did hug Miz Daisy and give her a kiss on the cheek. The girls thanked them again for all their help, but the Tabbies assured them that it had been their pleasure. They hadn’t had that much fun since, while dredging for scallops, they found the USS Albatross (lost since 1928) and used her for cannon target practice. They figured any ship with a name like that deserved it! As they drove off, the girls heard Boomer’s voice crying a final goodbye: “Peace out N rock on, butter two all!”
“Well, you’re home again, safe and sound,” Shadow said. “It’s been a treat!” He hugged and kissed them both, and if he lingered a little bit over Sleeper, they didn’t seem to notice.
“Guess I’ll see you around,” were his last words as he closed the cattery gate behind them. When they turned around, he was gone.
Sleeper went in for a bite of kibble and a drink; Samhain hung back. As soon as her sister was through the cat door, she stooped and quickly dug a shallow hole in the corner of the pen. She held the jade figurine close to her heart, then kissed it. As she did, the little statue began to glow with a green light.
“Whoa!” she exclaimed softly. She stared a moment longer as the light faded slowly, then smiling, she buried it and went inside.
An hour later, the Mama and Papa returned home. The girls were stretched out on the kitchen floor, dead to the world. The pawrents were a little surprised at their lack of enthusiasm.
“I guess it’s just becoming old hat now for us to be gone for a day or two. You don’t appear to have missed us at all!” the Mama remarked.
The next morning at breakfast, Samhain overheard the Mama asking the Papa if he’d heard about the big bust at a local Michigan cattery.
“Apparently the authorities got them not only on violations of animal abuse, but on charges of possession of a large cache of illegal weapons, including heavy artillery, grenades, and – get this – a cannon! I think those people are going to be put away for a lo-o-o-ng time…” Sleeper and Samhain looked at each other over their bowls of Fancy Feast and grinned.
July 25th 2011 8:32 pm
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[In our last episode, our merry band was about to storm the evil cattery, so... here we go!]
“Showtime, furs!” Shadow rasped.
“Samhain, Sleeper – to the door. Gump, Nadia, Ingen and Miz Daisy – you take off after Samhain distracts them. We want to make sure the attention is focused away from the pens while you’re there. The rest of you – take your places!”
Everyone melted into the darkness as the two young cats approached the door. Sleeper hid in the bushes by the door, giving Samhain a light mew when she was in place.
Samhain took a deep breath; it was crucial that she keep her cool and provide the needed distraction. She rang the doorbell, and then sat back, striving for calm. It took another couple of rings before she heard from within, heavy footed tread approaching the door.
“WHO is ringing the blasted door at this time of night?!” a voice growled as the light went on and the door swung open violently.
The man who stood in the doorway would have been handsome if his face hadn’t at that moment reflected the true darkness of his personality. He was tall and blond with finely chiseled features. His hair, a little mussed from sleep, was fashionably cut, and his physique suggested hours spent working out in a gym. He was looking around angrily until he chanced to look down and see Samhain.
“What kind of game is this?” he demanded, a little less forcefully. Samhain arched her back in a slow graceful stretch, and rubbed up against his pajama-ed leg, meowing in a sweet, appealing way. When he reached down to pick her up, she skipped just out of his reach, looking back over her shoulder playfully, meowing again in the same kittenish manner.
“I don’t know who brought you here - and where they are NOW,” he raised his voice, looking around again suspiciously, “but you’re MINE now, so come here, kitty, and let’s quit playing around!” He made a grab at her again with these last words, but she had danced further out onto the walkway, still staying close but out of arm’s reach.
“What’s going on? Who was it?” said a woman who was now at the door, tying her silk robe closed. As with the man, the woman had a face most would consider attractive, but there was something… wrong… about it. The eyes, beneath the fringe of lustrous auburn hair, were cold, and the well-shaped mouth whose smile so often was used successfully to charm male and female alike, displayed, in the absence of an audience, a peevishness and cruelty which would have given her admirers pause.
“I don’t know,” he answered, bemused. He looked back at her, and gestured vaguely in Samhain’s direction, “It’s a cat.” When he turned back, there were two cats.
“There are two,” he said obviously, a little stupidly. Miller had joined Samhain on the walk, both sitting statue still, staring back at the humans.
“Well, HELP me,” sniped the man at the woman, irritably, as he stepped down towards the kitties. The woman came down to help him catch the cats. As soon as the female’s foot left the porch, Sleeper was through the door.
Gump had been practicing flying the broom while the girls kept watch on what was happening at the door. Ingen leaned forward suddenly, giving a little squeak, “She’s in, she’s in!” Nadia leaped up at Gump as he flew by, “it’s time!” she hissed. Miz Daisy already had the kites lined up for her and Ingen, plus the first aid packs and emergency rations, and was waiting for Nadia to get in position.
“Come on, girl!” she called. And there was Nadia in place, and the lines were tossed to Gump, and they were airborne! Over the fence they flew; much too short a trip for such a glorious sensation! But then they were in the cattery yard surrounded by cage upon cage of cats.
It seems wrong to dwell now on the depths of misery and degradation they witnessed in that place! Too many animals penned in too little space without adequate food, water or care. Nadia, Gump and Ingen moved as quickly as they could from cage to cage, cutting through the latches, helping the kittens and cats out into the open yard where Miz Daisy had set up her triage. Most kitties were well enough, just stressed from the poor conditions and meager food. But there were some who had difficulty standing because they had been kept caged without exercise for too long or were simply too weak from dehydration and lack of food. A few had injuries from accidents or fights with other cats, as well as abuse from their human captors; these wounds were slow to heal under such pitiable circumstances.
As Nadia and Gump freed the last of the kitties and Ingen talked quietly to a young kitten who was mewling and crying for her mama, there was a terrific explosion at the gate!
Sleeper ran down the hall and came to a stop. There were too many doors, she thought despairingly. How could she find her father before the humans returned? She was afraid to start trying doors; who knew what might be behind them? As her sense of futility grew, a curious thing happened. There was a light brush over her shoulder and she felt a feather touch upon her cheek, almost like a kiss. She turned slowly and saw the door, and knew. He is…there. She started hesitantly towards the door, then ran and when she reached it, found it was ajar.
Siddhartha was there, seated on a cushion with his eyes closed. He looked older and leaner than his photo, but unharmed. If anything, the changes had shaped him into something greater – raw metal into honed steel.
“I knew you would come,” he said without opening his eyes. His voice had a pleasant tenor quality, the words almost lyrical.
“What?” Sleeper replied. She felt as if she were walking through a dream. She shook herself, and said more urgently, “We’re here to rescue you! We’ve got to go before they come back!”
His eyes opened at that.
“You are not…what I expected,” he said slowly. For a second, Sleeper had the sense that he had started to say something else. You are not…who…I expected, maybe? He stood up and walked towards her.
“But there is something familiar about you,” he mused, pacing around her, and coming back to stare at her face.
“Your eyes…they remind me of someone,” he said, touching his paw to her face.
“My mother…I have my mother’s eyes…I’m told,” Sleeper ducked her head shyly.
His gaze sharpened. “How old are you? When was your birth?”
“In the fall at the end of September. I’m almost 10 months old.”
“Why, you are my daughter!” he exclaimed in delight.
“How did you know?” she asked, wonderingly.
“It all fits: the timing, the familiarity, your eyes – so like your mother’s, that you are here now, attempting this rescue. But even without all that, now that I am focused, I can feel it; it’s in your aura.” He stroked her cheek.
“How are you called, child?”
“My name is Sleeper.”
“An unusual name for a special girl. It makes me think of a phrase from a book the Maharaj once read to me: ‘the Sleeper must awaken.’ Have you awakened, child?” he asked gently placing his paw to her forehead and pressing lightly.
Sleeper was drifting somewhere around the ceiling, then she was up through the roof, way above the house. All was peace, all was love, all was light. She looked down and saw herself standing before her father, his paw upon her head. She looked beyond and saw her sister and Miller and the two new black cats she’d met this evening, Jerry and Rigel. They were leading the two humans around in a merry chase, circling back and forth. She could see the interior courtyard where Gump, Nadia, Ingen and Miz Daisy were surrounded by dozens of cats of all ages, some joyful, some weeping, some angry, some sick and weak, others simply dazed and lethargic. She was part of it all, connected in a way she had never experienced. They were ALL interconnected till there was no one, only ONE. She looked and saw Shadow and the Tabbies. A great wave of love washed over her as she contemplated the selflessness and compassion that had prompted these erstwhile strangers to come together for the sake of a cat they had never met. Shadow and the Tabbies were rolling something big across the lawn. It looked like…
Sleeper’s consciousness slammed into her body in the space of a heartbeat, “A CANNON! GET DOWN!!!” she yelled, pulling her father to the floor just as a massive explosion shook the house!
Samhain, though she had been expecting the cannon fire, was momentarily terrified, mindlessly wanting to flee as far away as she could get. She checked the impulse, and meowed loudly for Jerry, Miller and Rigel: “COME! THE TABBIES HAVE BLOWN THE GATE! WE HAVE TO MOVE QUICKLY!!!” The others had also started to run in various directions, but at Samhain’s call, they rallied and headed for the gate, which now hung open at a crazy angle. As they neared, there was another great BOOM!!! and a pink plastic flamingo head whizzed past Samhain’s ear.
“Boomer, you IMBECILE!!! You almost hit me! It’s not even REAL, you know!!!
Butter Lover Boomer grinned sheepishly at Samhain as she ran past.
“Stoopid burds…” he muttered as he kicked the smoking flamingo body.
Several young kits were mewling in terror in the aftermath of the cannon fire. Gump and the girls were comforting them, a situation not helped by the sight of Tuna of Moon, Trout Towne’s Comedian Extraordinaire, striding through the gate in complete pirate regalia including boots, pirate hat, gold earring and carrying a wicked-looking cutlass. He struck a pose and smiled rakishly.
“Arrrghhh, ma-teese! Ur ride is here!”
Shadow and Samhain swept up, rushing past him, the humvee close behind them.
“Everyone in the vehicle NOW!” Shadow shouted. “We’ve got to get out of here before the cops show up! Tuna, we need that gurney!”
Tuna, solemn now after seeing the misery before him, nodded and went to get the supplies. Shadow looked around anxiously and then grabbed Samhain’s shoulder.
“She must still be in the house,” Samhain said, looking worried. Shadow started to leave, but she stopped him.
“No, I’ll go. You’re needed here. Some of these kits can’t walk,” she added in a low voice. “You’ll be better able to help them. And they need to feel someone’s in charge. They’ll follow you,” she said, looking up at him, her trust showing in her face.
Shadow closed his eyes for a moment and touched his forehead to hers.
“Daughter, I haven’t said it before now, but…I love you.”
“I know. I love you, too, Father. Thank you for coming to us,” Samhain answered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“And…I LOVE Sleeper,” he said, giving her a meaningful stare. “Get her out safely, do you hear?”
She nodded, unable to speak, then turned and ran.
As she rounded the side of the house, the scene that met her eyes was surreal. The two humans were cowering on the front lawn surrounded by angry cats, some of them wielding cutlasses. The male human held the decapitated body of the flamingo lawn ornament and was swinging it back and forth in front of them yelling “GET BACK!”, while the female simply crouched with her arms over her head, screaming at the top of her lungs. None of the cats had moved in yet; they simply stood, tails lashing, some growling low in their throats. Samhain didn’t stop, but loped past them and up the porch steps through the open door…
…Right into the arms of Siddhartha who was coming down the hall with Sleeper beside him. Samhain jumped back and then froze, caught in the brilliance of Sidd’s emerald eyes.
“It is you!” he breathed.
Samhain was unable to speak. Here was, without a doubt, the most magnificent cat, the most beautiful creature, period - that she had ever beheld in her life! She knew instantly that for her, there could never be another who would measure up to this animal.
Sleeper, oblivious to the interchange between them, said, “Samhain, here’s my father! He’s OK! Let’s get out of here!”
Samhain looked blankly at her sister, then shook herself, the spell broken.
“Yes, we’ve got to go. Shadow says the cops are probably on their way,” she replied, her eyes straying back to Sidd. “He and the others, uh… are loading the kits onto the humvee. You’re sure you’re alright?” Samhain asked Sidd shyly.
“I am fine. They have treated me very well, unlike the others, I am told.” He frowned, his face darkening for a moment. Samhain had the impression of a cloud passing over the sun.
“There’re no other kitties in the house, Sleep?” Samhain asked her sister as they stepped onto the porch.
“No one. Father,” she blushed as she called him that, “was the only one they kept in the main house. All the others were in cages in the courtyard. Samhain – I saw something. I…it was…I can’t explain…” she looked around and saw the situation coming down before them.
“I’ll tell you later,” she said hurriedly.
Siddhartha, meanwhile was already down the porch and pushing through the crowd of cats who were just now edging closer to the kitten mill owners.
“STOP!” he cried in a thunderous voice. All movement ceased; even the wailing human’s voice cut off abruptly. In silence, they all, human and animal alike, stared at Sidd, mesmerized.
“You must not do this,” Sidd addressed the cats quietly.
A calico manx, stepped forward, started to brandish her cutlass in Sidd’s face, then thought better of it.
“De kilt my chillrens! De kilt odders, too, ‘n hurt eden more. De be EVIL; de be needin’ to die!”
“And will this bring your children back?” He turned when she didn’t answer, and spoke to them all, raising his voice.
“Will torturing and killing these people undo the harm which they have done? Or will it make of YOU torturers, abusers and killers?” He moved in front of the humans, looking into their faces.
“The evil they have done will be visited upon them in full measure. This is The Law of Karma. It is not for you or me to take this task upon ourselves.” He gazed now upon the circle of silent cats.
“You,” he slowly made eye contact with each of them, “be BETTER.”
There was a loud engine roar as the humvee backed out of the gate swiftly and made a wide K turn, flattening five rose bushes, a birdbath, and a small cement statue of the Savannah Bird Girl.
“All a-bored, kittehs!” Sauce called from the driver’s window. Samhain grabbed Sleeper and moved over to Sidd, stretching forth her paw to touch him lightly, “Siddhartha, sir…we need to go.”
“Yes, come my brothers and sisters.” He turned and walked to the vehicle. The other kitties followed. Samhain kept pace with him.
“What about them?” she asked, gesturing to the two humans who were still hunkered down on the ground.
“Leave them. They will receive their due.”
The rest of the cats who had been in the front yard, found a place in the humvee, where Boomer had already stowed a pile of trout, shrimp, whitefish, salmon, bass, perch, tunie and spaghetti, as well as a good stock of water and some kitteh ale. Samhain, Sleeper and Sidd entered the trailer where Shadow and some of the others were ministering to the wounded, sick or very young. Sleeper introduced her father to Shadow and the rescue crew. Everyone settled down to eat.
“Eels!” Samhain cried with delight as she opened one of the cases of food.
“Yeah,” Shadow grinned at her. “We kept THOSE here in the trailer. I know how you like them!” So for awhile, they were all quiet as they focused on their food.
After they’d eaten and the ale had been passed around, they compared notes as to what had happened when. They noticed Gump had become very quiet, so they turned and looked at him expectantly. He looked down gravely, not able to meet anyone’s eyes.
“We…didn’t tell you all we found,” he said.
“I, uh…there was a dumpster there behind the fence. It had…bodies…in it - lots of them,” he blurted out with a break in his voice.
“Baby kits and others. Many of them obviously had been sick or wounded. We think they simply… discarded their ‘liabilities’, rather than care for them.” He hung his head then, no longer able to speak.
“But…what about the bodies?” Sleeper whispered hoarsely. “Did you just LEAVE them there?”
Gump couldn’t bring himself to answer; Shadow answered for him.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
“We left them there so that the police would find them. And we’ve sent anonymous e-mails to the ASPCA as well as the USDA-APHIS about this operation. And, if I’m not mistaken, I think I hear sirens.”
Passing them with sirens blaring and lights flashing, were two police cars and a fire engine.
“Well, I guess that’s the best we could hope for,” Samhain said with a sigh. Then she frowned, looking around the back of the trailer.
“Where’s the cannon? For that matter, where’s the rest of the artillery, all those grenades and the cutlasses?” she asked perplexed.
Gump and Shadow exchanged grim smiles.
“Hehehe…” Gump snickered.
“Oh, the Tabbies are going to be SO mad!” she laughed.
“Oh, no!” Shadow chortled.
“It was Tuna’s idea, and Sauce agreed!”
To be Continued…(but I promise that will be the last episode…I think…)
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