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COMING OF AGE - PART V

July 24th 2011 3:27 am
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The reply from the Tabby Troutsters was not long in coming:

MORRIS DE CAT CODE: STOP.....WE GOT ROOM OH PLENTEE ON DE SS DUDE TA HAUL GOODS....STOP.....FOODZ....STOP....WATERZ....STOP.....SOUPLI ES N TREETS…..STOP…..N ENUFF ROOM TA CARRY 389,134,087,266,519,734,099 KITTEHS....OH...N A DAWGIE ORE TWO...TWO.....STOP...........

This is all they needed to hear. They relayed the GPS coordinates for the kitty pickups and the location of the evil cattery, telling the Tabbies they’d rendezvous around 12:01:56 AM. Then they left the house, Shadow piloting the broom since he was heaviest, pulling the girls on the two kites. The third kite was strapped to the underside of the broom.

Shadow was tempted to try some aerial acrobatics, but after the third alarmed and angry yell from his daughter and Sleeper’s frightened squeaks, he settled down to a straight and steady course.

A little before midnight, they reached the cattery and Shadow descended, gently pulling the girls in behind him.
“That was the most fun I have EVER had in my life,” he sighed blissfully as the girls came up beside him.
“Oh, just wait! I think the best is yet to come!” Sleeper answered excitedly.

Just then the Tabbies arrived in a camouflage humvee pulling an enormous trailer. “Right on time!” Sleeper crowed in delight. “Sh-h-h-h!!! Shadow and Samhain both hissed, glancing around nervously. The driver door opened on the humvee and Sheriff Sauce of Fishbone jumped out, looping a boomerang at the street lamp, knocking the light out. Passenger doors were opening then, spilling out several kitties. Sauce and the other Tabbies busied themselves unloading some supplies; Shadow went to confer on details of the rescue. The others all hurried over to exchange greetings with the S&S sisters. Gump and Nadia were there, as well as Ingen, Mr. Spot and Baby. Also Jerry and Miller had shown, bringing with them their friend Rigel, a large black cat with a deceptively laid-back air. Miller, a good-looking black and white long hair, standing off to the side with Samhain, remarked: “Oh, yeah – he looks lazy, but you do NOT want to cross him. For one thing, he is seriously heavy – if he SITS on you, it’s all over, dude!”

Shadow returned with Sheriff Sauce and Butter Lover Boomer, the Troutster chef. Samhain high-fived the Tabbies, and Sleeper gave them both big hugs and thanked them for coming to help save her father. Butter Lover - a cat of few words, generally more at home with his soufflé pans than with the social niceties - blushed a little, and hugged Sleeper back, giving her a kiss that lasted long enough for Shadow to glare at him.

It was decided that Gump would fly the broom into the cattery, trailing Ingen, Nadia and Miz Daisy on the kites. Ingen, Nadia and Gump would then proceed to open the cages with the wire cutters the resourceful Tabbies had thought to bring, while Miz Daisy prepared to perform triage on any injured and/or sick kitties. Meanwhile, Samhain would ring the front doorbell and Sleeper would be hiding in the bushes by the door. When people came to the door, Samhain would create a diversion while Sleeper slipped inside to go look for her father, who they reasoned would more likely be in the safest, most secure location due to his obvious market value. The Tabbies and everyone else would be preparing to lay siege as soon as they heard the call from S&S. That was the plan, anyway. Everything happened very quickly and chaotically after that…

To be Continued…

 

COMING OF AGE - PART IV

July 21st 2011 8:34 pm
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“OK, girls, we need to think about transportation,” Shadow said rubbing his paws together.
“I’ve got a few ideas, but it may take a little effort.”
“Why don’t we just take the Mama’s magic broom?” Sleeper spoke up after listening to Shadow and Samhain argue this or that suggestion. Again, they both stared at her.
“You know,” she prompted, a little impatiently. “The one she got from that Japanese cat Jiji of Kiki’s Delivery Service. Toki introduced us. You’ve seen the anime’ films, right?”
“The Mama’s got a magic broom?! When did this happen? HOW did this happen?” Samhain demanded.
“She owed her a favor,” Sleeper answered simply. “I would have thought you’d remember. But I guess you never flew on it, did you?” Sleeper answered.
“Wait – I’ll get it.” She ran into the kitchen and came back with what appeared to be an ordinary household appliance. Except when she threw her leg across the staff, it rose obligingly into the air.

“Whoa!” Shadow exclaimed, jumping back.
“That’s amazing!” He crept closer and examined the floating device cautiously.
“Radical! Can I try that?” he asked Sleeper eagerly. She yielded the broom. From somewhere near the ceiling, Shadow looked down on her with undisguised admiration.
“Honey, I think I’m in love!” he purred.
Samhain cuffed him lightly on the side of the head as he floated back down to the floor, almost knocking him off the broom.
“Ow!” he complained, rubbing his ear.
“Come on,” she glared at him. “We’ve got work to do!” She growled in a low voice as she passed Sleeper, “And you were going to tell me this – WHEN?” Sleeper just shrugged.

“I think I know what else we can use for the initial approach – kites!” Samhain was all business now.
“We have the three we received from Zoe Kona Sunshine , Hunter and Karma Kitty and her family If Sleep flies the broom, Shadow and I can suspend ourselves from the kites, which we’ll attach behind it. The third kite will be a spare.”
“This is so exciting!!!” Sleeper cried delightedly, hopping from paw to paw.
“I’ve never been on a rescue mission before!”
“You’ve never been ANYWHERE before,” Samhain remarked dryly.
“I know,” Sleeper replied, her glee undisturbed. “And my very first time I get to go help save my own father!”
Shadow was smiling fondly at the young cat. Samhain caught his eye and couldn’t suppress a grin of her own. It WAS very exciting, and everything was coming down quickly now.

They decided it would be best to wait till dark, since no doubt the sight of three cats flying through the air might attract unwanted attention. Shadow was feeling ravenous, and downed two cans of Fancy Feast on his own, followed by a large helping of IAMs kibble.
“You really should consider getting a deworming,” Sleeper observed practically, in between her own more modest bites of food. Shadow gave her an alarmed look.
“What? Let some human stick a syringe of nasty tasting, stomach-turning goo down my throat?! I don’t THINK so!!!”
“You wouldn’t feel so hungry all the time - those worms must be getting half your food,” she added, now sitting back washing her face delicately.
“Just you mind your own business, and my worms and me will mind ours,” he answered around a mouthful of kibble.

After dinner, Samhain checked the computer to see if they were online again. There were three messages: (1) the Tabbies (2) Gump and Nadia , and (3) Jerry and Miller. The Tabbies had sent a further update on their ETA, but the others were all requesting to be included in the rescue. Could the Tabbies come pick them up on the way? Plus Jerry and Miller had told a friend of theirs, Rigel, who insisted on being in on the adventure.
"Don't forget to ask Ingen and her family," Sleeper added from over her sister's shoulder. Samhain p-mailed Ingen and then forwarded the request to Sauce of Fishbone, her Tabby counterpart manning the con at the other end of the line, and sat waiting anxiously for the reply...

To be Continued...

 

COMING OF AGE - PART III and a half

July 13th 2011 12:21 pm
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Just before the girls lost internet connection, they received this urgent communique back from the Tabby Troutsters:


"MEWSDAY : July 13 in de yeer 2011:

Ok sew itz Wednesday, but we like mewsday better

Time: 10:20 am eastern trout time: an urgent call comes in on de trout line askin for help; sum kittehs knead big time ah sist tanz in michy gan...quik

Time: 10:21 am eastern trout time :de trout towners don ther pie ratz gear N load up de S S Dude with weaponz N supplies

Time: 10:22 am eastern trout time: de SS Dude leaves port; on board be 98 cannons, 208 cut lesses, 655 miles oh rope, 7,522 blanketz N gur kneez, 28,917 gallons of H two and oh, 5 cases oh eels......eeeeegaaaa........and enuff trout, shrimp, whitefish, salmon, bass, perch, tunie and s’ghetti.....hhhhmmmm...... ta feed de whole western sea coast.......

Time: 10:34 am eastern trout time: de SS Dude docks in michy gan waters ina undislcoed locayshun coz this iz a sekrit mission......hey…watch it ya stooooooooooooooooooooooooopid sea gull burd, ewe be total lee stoooooooooooooooooopid N yur rude two; cannon two starboard...FIRE !!

Time: 10:56 am eastern trout time: an encrypted message....hey....we rited another big werd.....way ta go tabbies :) an encrypted message goes out ta “S” and “S”

Time: 11:01 am eastern trout time: “S” and “S” gets de encrypted message coz they haz high speed internetz;

they reply by morriz de cat code:

stop: message: a mewving veehickle stop: will be at port stop: ta unload de goods within de.....

EEEERRRRNNNTTTT EEERRRRNNNNTTTT EEEERRRRRNNNNNTTTT

Whoa that WUZ quik

Time: 11:01:37 am eastern trout time: de goods N weaponry iz transferred from de ship two de mewving veehickle....de tabbies recognize that driver....

it be..."

The message ended abruptly, but the girls and Shadow were cheering wildly! The Tabbies were on their way!

TO BE CONTINUED...in about a week or maybe a week and a couple of days...more or less...

 

COMING OF AGE - PART III

July 12th 2011 3:49 pm
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So…Shadow opened the gate as Sleeper instructed, and came inside a house for the first time in his life.

“Uh…nice digs, girls,” he said peering around, trying to appear nonchalant, but inwardly feeling awed and another emotion as well – what was it?...envy, maybe?

“Yeah, we like it,” Samhain answered, watching him nervously. She was NOT pleased to have him here in the pawrent’s house, in HER home, but she kept quiet for now, waiting to see what happened next.

Sleeper, in her new role as the quick-witted kitty, fired up the Mama’s laptop, which fortunately she hadn’t taken with her, crossing her paws that everyone would be home and online.

First she tried those kitties closest to home: Jerry and Miller , her pawrent’s friend’s cats. Had they heard word of a kitten mill working in their neighborhood? No, there were some reputable Ragdoll catteries in Mid-Michigan, but they didn’t know of any that weren’t keeping up to standard. They had heard, however, that there were some Mafia-connected catteries down near the Detroit area that the girls might want to check it out.

“We don’t know these cats personally, but there are a couple of kitties on Catster that you might want to talk to,” they wrote back, including the names of the two cats. Sleeper thanked them, and moved on.

They p-mailed the new contacts: Cleopatra and Callie . Had they heard these bad rumors coming out of Detroit? Callie (AKA Grumpy), a tortie with an attitude, said “We don’t know anything about any Mafioso kit-mills, but if I find out it’s true, I’m gonna scratch their eyes out!” “Right on, sister!” Sleeper p-mailed back. Cleopatra, a lovely Siamese mix, told them they would send a message if they got any new information.

“We are SO sorry to hear about the troubles with your father, Sleeper. I don’t remember my own parents…(sniff, sniff) It must be such a shock to find you have a father and then have him taken away from you – all in one day!” Cleopatra sympathized.

“Thanks, Cleo – yes, it’s hard. I keep flip-flopping back and forth between elation and desperation! We’ve GOT to get him out!” Sleeper wrote back.

Next they p-mailed Gump and found his sister Nadia , a sweet little tortie-girl was online. She listened to the story and exclaimed, “This is horrible! Oh, we want to help you any way we can! Let me go get Gumpy – he’s in the greenhouse over at Bubba-Gump’s Plants.” [See Zachery Kolohe' Rider ’s story]
Gump, an attractive 17 year old tuxie, still getting around well for his age, came back online and exchanged hellos with the girls. He had received only the barest of outlines from Nadi, who had understandably been a little out of breath from streaking out to the greenhouse, past the catnip fields to get him. He read their story solemnly and said that unfortunately he hadn’t heard anything going on in his neighborhood, but did they have a picture of Sleeper’s father? Yes, they did, and p-mailed back the photo that Shadow had been carrying when he came to ask for Samhain and Sleeper’s help.
“This is a younger picture of Siddhartha. He looks a little older and rougher around the edges now, but he’s still a pretty handsome dude,” Shadow had told them.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was a Savannah,” Gump replied.
“Yeah, that’s what a lot of cats think. You can’t see it in this photo, but the stripe down the back is much more pronounced than in the Savannah, that’s where the bi-lateral part of the name comes from. He’s a much rarer breed, even fewer of him around than Savannahs. Sleeper gets her pretty back stripe from him,” Shadow said. Sleeper blushed as she typed that.

Gump suggested they write Ingen . They answered back that she was the last of their Catster contacts that they knew of in Michigan. Sleeper was crossing her paws again, hoping that this time they would strike it lucky.

When they got Ingen online and explained to her what they were looking for, she was very excited!
“Yes, Yes, YES!!! There IS a kitten mill near us that we’ve been getting all sorts of bad reports about from the outdoor kitties. There are all sorts of kitties there, cramped into these terrible cages, without proper care. Some are starving, and there is disease, and hurt kitties! Oh, my Mama Jen has been very upset about it, but every time anyone has reported them to the USDA-APHIS, they’ve somehow managed to quick-clean things up and hide the worst cases.”
“Yeah, and we heard recently that they got themselves a new special cat for breeding,” Mr. Spot added as Ingen stepped away from the keyboard. “I bet it’s your father, Sleeper.”
Baby , the third cat in their household, took a look at the pic of Sidd over Mr. Spot’s shoulder, and nudged him out of the way.
“He’s CUTE!” she purred. “Is he, like, available?”
“He’s in prison,” Sleeper answered flatly.
“Just asking,” Baby said, a little hurt.
Ingen got back online and sent them the address which Mr. Spot had looked up in the phonebook. “You can google it for directions!” she wrote back before telling them to let them know if there was anything else they could do, and then signed off.

The last cats they p-mailed were the Da Tabbies o Trout Towne , ‘cause (1) they wanted to call in a favor; (2) they wanted to order some trout; and (3) just ‘cause they LIKE them! Samhain took over the typing.
“Dudes, and Miz Daisy – we need your help! Remember how you said you’d be there if we asked – well, we’re asking! We’re staging a big scale rescue; we may all die in the attempt, but we’re going anyway! How quick can you get together a truckload of trout and shrimp, and – oh, say, a couple of cases of eels (I LOVE those eels!)? We’ll need fresh water, too, and some blankets. If you can find some stretchers or better - a hospital gurney - there could be injured or sick kitties – that would be real helpful. You guys are so resourceful! Can we count on you?

To be continued...

 

O CANADA!

July 1st 2011 6:49 pm
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WARNING TO TROUT TOWNE TABSTERS:
THIS DIARY CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

I want to talk about birds. We’ve got a lot of them around here. There’s, like, NO VACANCY signs on all the Mama’s birdhouses. If we crane our necks a little, we can see two of the houses from the cattery. On the left we’ve got swallows and on the right, we got wrens. And as far as I can tell, they’re not good for much of ANYTHING. I know the Mama says she really likes to see them and hear them sing, but that’s because she doesn’t know what they’re saying! I know what they’re saying: they’re mocking us! Because they get to fly any ol’ place they feel like and we can’t do anything about it, ‘cause we’re behind this fence. They fly to and fro, to and fro, getting OUR bugs to feed to those little free-loading babies of theirs – they’re not even paying any rent on those houses! And I heard the Mama out there apologizing to the swallows when they first moved in ‘cause she hadn’t CLEANED THEIR HOUSE FOR THEM!!! They can’t even clean their own houses!!!!!!

Oh, and there’s another nest in the elm tree that the Baltimore orioles built; at least they did some work putting up that nest; not that it benefits US any. The Mama really likes them for some reason, and will stand there looking up for the longest time, getting a crick in her neck, just trying to catch a glimpse of one of them, which is hard to do even for us ‘cause they are wa-a-a-a-y the heck up there dangling off the end of a branch with a whole bunch of leaves in the way. Believe me, we’ve TRIED to see them, too.

And do you know what else those good-fur-nothings do? They leave droppings on OUR SUNNING BOARD!!! Can you believe that?! We at least have the decency to cover our poops discreetly – they just go whenever and wherever they feel like it!!!

And then the other day, you wouldn’t BELIEVE what we saw – it was the biggest, humongous-est, UG-liest looking bird I’ve ever seen, and I could smell it from the pen – it smelled like…dinner! MOL!!! The Mama said it was a turkey.

But that wasn’t even close to what we saw today. This morning, as bold as you please, six – count ‘em – six (6) Canada geese, 2 adults and 4 goslings, came strolling by our pen!!! We were, like, where the heck did THEY come from?! Those babies weren’t even flight-worthy yet, so just where have they been nesting?! Not in MY backyard, they better not have been! But the nearest water where they might have been, and the direction they were coming from is the marsh down the hill from us, which is maybe 3 football fields away, the pawrents said (whatever a football field is). So my question is: why did they leave the marsh and come walking up our driveway headed towards the road? And then the Mama read on Catster that today is Canada Day, and so there’s our answer. Since the babies can’t fly yet, they must have been walking to the road to catch a ride north to Canada for Canada Day! And if we’d known that, we would have given them bus fare!

P.S. Just in case anyone out there is reading our other story, we do plan to finish it…as soon as we figure out what happens next! So stay tuned.

 

COMING OF AGE - PART II

June 30th 2011 5:30 pm
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When we last left our cat heroines, they had just learned that Sleeper’s long lost father, Siddhartha (Sidd, for short) had been kidnapped for the SECOND time! And was now being held in an undisclosed kitten mill right there in Michigan!

“Oh, this is so terrible!” Sleeper wailed. Samhain was frowning at Shadow.
“What is it you think WE can do to help? Do you even know where he is?” she asked her father.
“Not precisely. We figure it’s one of three places in the state. This is where you two come in - you’ve got contacts all over the country through Catster. We thought you could network with your friends to try to find which of the three, and then we strike!” Shadow pounded one paw into the other in emphasis.
“Who’s this ‘we’?” Samhain asked suspiciously.
Shadow coughed, and muttered nervously, “your mother.”
“NO!” Samhain pushed away from the fence grill, preparing to go back into the house.
Sleeper caught her paw and pleaded tearfully, “Please, Samhain – it’s my father! We have to help him!”
Shadow pressed up against the fence, calling after her, “She said you might have this reaction! You don’t have to see her, if you don’t want. It’s why she sent me. I can get the information from you and go after him myself. She won’t be going into the mill itself with me; it’s too dangerous.”
“Well, WE’RE going!” Sleeper said firmly, stamping her foot on the ground.
“Darlin’, didn’t I just say it was too dangerous? No way am I taking you with me. Besides, how can you go, you’re locked in the cattery!”
“That’s easy! See that slide bolt? Just grab the end in your mouth, push up and then pull to the left; it’ll open,” she said matter-of-factly.
Samhain and Shadow stared at her, and then at each other.
“Is she normally like this?” Shadow questioned, bemused. Samhain shook her head.
“This is new,” she answered.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

COMING OF AGE - AND THANKS CATSTER CATS FOR THE GIFT OF COTD!!!

June 27th 2011 1:54 pm
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We are 9 months old today (give or take a little), and the Mama and Papa have decided this is our Coming of Age day - we are all grown up now. Hurrah!!! And now I have to alter this diary to say this is a-MAZING!!! By some strange crossing of stars, I am CAT OF THE DAY, too!!!! How did they know, those Catster Cats?!
Anyway...wow - this is cool - in honor of this special day, we’ve made up another story. This one starts out pretty much like the other. We are lazing around in the pen after the Mama and Papa have left us on a trip out of town........


It was hot and sunny, a beautiful day in Michigan. Samhain and Sleeper were stretched out on their sunning boards; Samhain was grooming her sister after they’d spent the morning chasing each other up and down the tree.

The Mama and Papa had been gone less than thirty minutes. As usual, the Mama had fussed for an hour setting up extra food, water, and a second litter box, thanks to Ingen's suggestion, out in the pen where they’d covered up the sandpit. She was, however, even more obsessive about it than normal since this time they were leaving for two days instead of one. They had an appointment to look at a large collection of books on the other side of the state, and they were going to tie it into a library book sale the next morning in a town halfway in between.

“Since you two are so mature now, and handled being left alone so well the last time, we know we can trust you not to get into any trouble if we’re gone just a little longer,” the Mama said, giving Sleeper a chin scratch and Samhain a headbonk. She and the Papa had never found out about the girl’s wild adventure on the pawrents’ last trip away from home. The little neighbor boy who had opened the gate to tease the girls had never worked up the nerve to come back, and the pawrents’ friends who had closed the gate later after the girls were already back in the pen, never told the Mama or Papa about it, not wanting to embarrass them, as they thought, for having accidentally forgotten to latch the cattery.

So, the girls were relaxing, a little bored, once again not imagining how exciting things were shortly going to become.

“WAKE UP you two, "I need your help!" a raspy voice suddenly boomed at them from outside of the cattery. Sleeper and Samhain were on their feet and halfway up the ramp when Samhain realized it was her father, Shadow, who was yelling at them.

“What do YOU want?” Samhain said with a touch of irritation. She didn’t appreciate being startled into flight like that. It was embarrassing. Sleeper had come back down the ramp as well, and stood timidly a pace or two behind her sister.

“Hello, darlin’ – you’re looking plump and pretty!” Shadow purred to Sleeper. Sleeper just blushed and didn’t answer.
“And you’re looking pretty fit, too, daughter. They feeding you good?” Shadow gave Samhain an appreciative once-over.

“We’re FINE - now what is it you want?” Samhain asked, annoyed, lashing her tail a little.

“Girl, you should learn some manners. Aren’t you going to offer your old Dad a bite to eat? Sleeper, luv, fetch me a bite, won’t you, please? There’s a good girl,” he said as Sleeper scampered up the ramp into the house, returning quickly with the remains of her breakfast, which she dumped through the wire mesh of the pen.

After Shadow speedily bolted the food, he licked his paw and proceeded to clean his face. “Sleeper’s father has been kidnapped,” he said casually between licks.

Samhain, who’d been chewing a bit of nip to calm her nerves (her father always seemed to have a less than happy effect on her), choked and coughed noisily, spitting bits of nip around.

“Wha-a-a-t?!” and “Oh, NO!!!” Samhain and Sleeper exclaimed simultaneously.

“Of course, maybe kidnapped isn’t quite the right word…” Shadow mused thoughtfully. “But if you say ‘catnapped’ that gives a whole other connotation, doesn’t it? Maybe it should be ‘KIT-napped’?”

“Do you have to take lessons to learn to be this irritating or do you come by it naturally?” Samhain asked sarcastically. “Just tell us WHAT HAPPENED!”

Sleeper was wringing her paws in distress. “Yes, please! Do you know where he is? Is he OK? What can we do to help?!”

“I was getting to it, daughter, if you’ll give me a chance. Geez – just like your mother - a sharp-tongued harpy that one is!” Samhain harrumphed, but made no other comment.

“You see, it was like this. Siddhartha - that’s your father, Sleeper - you never met your father, did you, luv?” Shadow interrupted himself. Sleeper shook her head.

“Well, your father was a pretty special cat, a real prince of cats. He’s what you call a bilateral, furcated, hemi-striated, royal spotted tabby. There are only a few like him in the world, and he was companion to His Royal Highness, the Maharaj of Katni. One pretty rich and powerful dude; made his fortune on the Indian railway, but is putting the money into a new hybrid auto that may be on the market soon. And he loves cats! He especially loved your father, and in his honor, he is naming the new auto:

the City Cat Car which runs on nothing but compressed air, can be refueled at "air stations," and has a top speed of 68MPH and a range of 125 miles. Unfortunately, some Somalian pirates - very bad men, got wind of this hybrid auto and wanted a piece of the action, so they stole Sidd intending to hold him for ransom. They weren’t counting on Sidd’s resourcefulness. Sidd jumped ship and swam till he found a floating piece of driftwood. He was on that plank for two days before a Yemen freighter picked him up. Happily they were all cat-friendly; even had a couple of sailor cats on board. The three of them had a high-old time singing sailor songs that week that they were at sea. And the fish were outstanding! Sidd was really missing the maharaj, though, and didn’t know how to get it across to these Yemen merchants that he wanted to go home. So when they set into port, he skidaddled!”

Shadow paused in his story and looked with amusement at the two spellbound girls.

“You’re probably wondering how he ended up here in Michigan, when he was way across the world in the Middle East, aren’t you?” They both nodded; even Samhain was too caught up in the story to make a sarcastic remark.

“Well,” Shadow continued. “So fine a tabby as your father was, it wasn’t long before he drew the attention of the Sheik Ali Ahmad Al-Zumor’s third wife Selam, who was looking for a way to win favor with her husband. And here was this handsome tabby cat walking around without a collar (the Maharaj hadn’t believed in them), and Selam knew the Sheik adored cats – it was a perfect match! So, the next thing Sidd knew, he was in the harem eating saltah and yellowfin tuna on pita bread and washing it down with some Yemeni buttermilk.

"The Sheik was delighted with Sidd! And Sidd had learned some fine ol’ salty songs from the two sea-cats, so he sang those for Al-Zumor, and the two of them had a great time. But your father was still anxious to get back home, and he tried as best he could to relay this information, but he just wasn’t getting through.

"Interestingly enough, the Sheik had recently purchased another cat, a rare dark chocolate spotted Arabian leopard, which is on the endangered species list. He was buying it on the black market, but as his intention was to release it back into its native land after it’s re-acclimation to the wild, he felt justified in dealing with the smugglers who offered it. The thing is, the smugglers were here in the US. In fact, they were right here in Michigan! And they had recently been given the heads-up that they were under observation by the officials of CITES (Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora), so they were afraid to make a move for fear of being busted. It was necessary for Al-Zumor to come to them.

"Well, that was no problem – he had a private jet, and the kind of contacts that allowed him to fly “under the radar” so to speak. He was so enjoying Sidd’s company, though, that he decided to bring him along. To cut this long story short, the officials almost caught him in the act of completing the deal with the smugglers, because Sidd had once again 'jumped ship' as soon as they landed at the little airstrip in Mecosta. It was necessary to load the leopard quickly and leave Sidd behind. Al-Zumor was sad, but there was no choice. So THAT’S how Sidd made it to Michigan!”

“Wow…” Sleeper murmured. “So he met my Mother here after he escaped from the Sheik? And I’m part…fur-cat, hemmy-something royal tabby, too? That is so COOL!!!”

“So, when you said he’d been kidnapped, you meant… when he was taken from the Maharaj?” Samhain was trying to work it out.

“Oh, no, he’s been kidnapped SINCE then,” Shadow answered airily, batting at a butterfly who had that moment, unfortunately for it, flitted by him.

“Who has him NOW?” Samhain asked impatiently, gritting her teeth. Sleeper was back to wringing her paws.

“Well, now I’m afraid he’s in the hands of some rather unscrupulous kitty mill dealers, who want to use him for stud.”

“OH, NO!!!” Sleeper and Samhain cried in unison!

To be Continued…

 

THE SANDPIT GOES BYE-BYE

June 23rd 2011 2:29 pm
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It was inevitable. The Mama went into this knowing that sooner or later we wouldn’t be able to resist using that sandpit as a litter box. What she hadn’t known was how virtually impossible it was to clean our waste out of that sand! It’s not like clay litter – it just doesn’t clump neatly, especially when it’s already moist from rains. Anything liquid just washes through, permeating the entire pit. Which is OK at first, as the liquid mostly sinks down to where the soil starts, and further rains help to wash it down.

But eventually, there is a point of saturation. The Mama, upon her first attempt to clean the pit was hit with a flash of realization. Well, OK - what she was hit with were the fumes wafting up from where she’d dug into the sand with the litter box spoon! Down below that innocent surface was the makings of a kitty cesspool.

She wasn’t able to get in there immediately to fix the situation, and so far the temperature was cool, and off and on rainy, keeping the problem under control. But Tuesday, she and the Papa were out there with shovels, first digging the stinky sand out of the pit, then replacing it with fresh sod. The weather was so obliging as to rain right after they’d planted the sod, helping to set it, and also driving us girls into the house and away from our digging around the edges of the muddy sod blocks. Something I especially seemed to be enjoying!

By the time of this sand relocation project, we were neither of us using our inside litter box, so it worried the Mama a little how we would react when the sandpit disappeared, but she hoped since it had really only been less than a week, that we would easily go back to the former.

Sleeper, always easy-going and taking the path of least resistance, immediately switched back. Me, the Mama wasn’t so sure about. She didn’t see me use the box – only Sleeper, and she couldn’t tell if there was any place else in the dirt of the pen that looked more scratched up than usual. (We had dug a few small holes, but she had seen mole trails through the pen and thought we were digging after those. Can you imagine the nerve of those moles, digging through OUR pen?! And I couldn’t catch one, darn it!!!) So if I wasn’t using the box, and she didn’t know for sure that I’d relieved myself somewhere else in the pen, where HAD I gone, or worse, was I holding it in?!

There was great rejoicing this rainy morning, when the Papa said, “I think Samhain is in the box!” Sure enough, they could both hear the scritch-scritch and it wasn’t Sleeper, because there she was asleep on her blankie on the other side of the Mama’s table. I, of course, accepted their lavish praise as no more than I deserved for being the most excellent kitty that I am. And as far as they know, there are no surprises under sofas or at the back of closets. My lips are sealed on this subject.

 

A THOUGHT

June 11th 2011 10:41 am
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It came to us this morning as we enjoyed our Fancy Feast Grilled Chicken, and the Mama read to us diaries of some of our friends, that an acknowledgment needs to be made. We’ve all been hissing and spitting a little lately about “fleas” and unreceived messages, but the truth is, we wouldn’t be receiving ANY messages if it weren’t for the Catster staff. They have made it possible for us to establish friendships with all you most excellent kitties, not only here in the US, but across the world! Now that’s pretty amazing, really. And I don’t know about the rest of you, but it seems like they have fixed most of the fleas now, too.

So, we happily raise our catnip tea to the brave and stalwart cats of Catster for making this all possible! Cheers!!!

Oh, another thing. Zachery Kolohe' Rider , you've started a trend. Check this out, furs: Trucker Kitty the story (Part I) . A good beginning to what promises to be a great story!

So, as DA TABBIES O TROUT TOWNE would say: OK, then.

 

SLEEPER AND SAMHAIN'S STORY - PART III: RESCUE!

June 4th 2011 3:46 am
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The shed’s roof had long ago begun the slow process of disintegration. Most of it was caved in, and over the years different owners had thrown some junk in there that perhaps they weren’t quite ready to part with, but didn’t want cluttering up the yard. The pawrents had unfortunately carried on this tradition [MOL], storing some chicken wire and other fencing materials there, as well as some old garden pots and other equipment. The place was no longer safe for humans, but it offered this dividend for animals – it was defensible. With the gate closed on the other side, no coyote was going to be able to get in through that one small ground entrance when there was one, or in this case, three scared and angry felines guarding the fort! Very soon, the pack saw there would be no sport from this quarter, and took themselves off in search of other prey.

When it seemed certain the danger had passed, the three exited the shed, first slinking out cautiously, testing the air and listening. They could hear the pack back down in the valley now, far from where they stood.
Sleeper turned to the dark stranger, “We can’t thank you enough – I thought they had us for sure!”
“They very nearly DID,” he replied as he walked them back towards the cattery, which they could see now appearing through the trees on their left. Samhain said nothing, glancing suspiciously at the rangy black cat who she recognized now as the silent visitor who had been hanging around outside their pen ever since the pawrents built it.
“How did you know to come?” she questioned, watching his face closely.
“I’ve been following you two all evening,” he answered quietly, “as soon as I saw you weren’t in your pen, and the gate was open.”
“Why would you do that?” Samhain pressed.
“Let’s say I take a…disinterested interest in the two of you.” He smiled, a not altogether comfortable smile, “ I’m curious about you.”
“Are you Samhain’s father?’ Sleeper blurted out.
“Sleeper!” Samhain snarled harshly.
The stranger smiled again, this time in an almost apologetic way. “Yes,” he said.
“You’ve been eating our leftovers,” Sleeper spoke again impulsively.
“SLEEPER!!!” Samhain spit out through gritted teeth. “Will you SHUT UP?!”
Papa waved his paw in a sweeping motion. “It’s alright! Yes, I’ve been eating the food your human leaves for me. I figured it was yours, I could smell and taste you both on it. There’s no shame in that. I’m an opportunist – I take what comes. It’s called SURVIVAL,” he added pointedly, staring at his daughter. Samhain flushed.

They had reached the cattery, and the girls hesitated in front of the gate. The wind had picked up and was starting to blow through the walnut tree. The gate swung a little in the breeze. Papa looked up and off to the west where the prevailing winds swept up the hill carrying the scent of possible rain. “You two better get on inside; I think there’s a storm coming.” Sleeper stepped through the gate, but Samhain hung back. Abruptly she turned about, and glanced at her father swiftly then down at the ground. The words tumbled out: “Why did she leave us?”

Of course, he knew which SHE Samhain meant – her mother, her biological mother.
Shadow, as he thought of himself, sighed. He turned first to Samhain’s sister.
“Sleeper, is it?” Sleeper gave a little nod.
“Sleeper, with you it was the luck of the draw. When whatever it was that startled your mother [THE MAMA: “It was me!”] made her decide to move you to a new location, Samhain just happened to be the closer to her and she grabbed her. If she thought about it at all, she probably meant to come back for you. But…the weather was changing; taking care of two late kittens at that stage when finding shelter and food for herself alone was soon going to be a likely problem, it seemed best to leave be. And as luck would have it, your humans intervened to keep you from starving and freezing to death.” He shook his head, wonderingly.

“With you, Daughter,” he put emphasis on the name, and Samhain flushed again.
“Her name is Samhain,” Sleeper interjected helpfully; Samhain glared at her.
“Samhain…I like that. Samhain, with you the problem is as I just stated it. Winter was coming; survival was the issue. You’d been attacked. Oh yes, I saw it happen,” he added quickly when he saw Samhain tense and start to speak.
“I was there. And no, it wasn’t me!” he overrode Samhain’s protest again.
“In fact, you could say I saved your life. It was your uncle, my brother. We look pretty much alike; I know it’s what you’ve been wondering. You’ve looked at me at times like you were remembering what happened that day.” Samhain didn’t say anything to this; it was true.

“He’d wanted my mate - your mother - and you were in the way. He tried to kill you, but I chased him away, not before he’d gotten a good swipe at you, unfortunately. I see your eye’s healed up completely,” he looked at his daughter appraisingly. “Good for you!”
“The Mama and Papa put medicine in it,” Samhain mumbled reluctantly.
“Yes, well – humans! I suppose they have their uses,” Shadow mused.
“Do you want to come in?” Sleeper asked politely. She was ready herself to go in and have a bite to eat and relax after all the excitement, but she wasn’t quite sure if it would be proper etiquette to simply leave.
“Sleeper – no!” Samhain exclaimed involuntarily. She knew there was no way she would allow this scary-looking, flea-bitten tom in her house, her MAMA’S house. But she also knew, with a sinking feeling in her stomach, that if he chose to come, there also was no way she would be able to stop him.

Shadow chuckled. “No need to be concerned, Daughter. I wouldn’t accept anyway. Domestic life and me are sworn enemies!” With that he cuffed Samhain on the shoulder affectionately. He looked at Sleeper, touching his paw to her face.
“You’ve got an attractive sister, little Samhain, he said in a low growl. Samhain returned it with bared teeth.
“You stay away from my sister!” she said angrily. Sleeper blushed and stepped back uncertainly.
Shadow just chuckled again. “You don’t have to worry. She’s pretty, but no offense, I prefer my women with – how shall we say it? – all their parts intact!” he added wryly.

There seemed to be nothing more to talk about after that, so Samhain backed into the pen, saying awkwardly, “Well, uh…see you around, I guess.” A great gust of wind blew up the hill at that moment, banging the gate home.

Shadow laughed. “I’d say that’s my cue,” he pronounced, almost gaily. “You girls take care of yourselves!” And with a final jaunty salute, he was gone, like a shadow, as swiftly as he had come.

Sleeper stood at the catdoor, frowning after him. “I’m not at all sure that I like that cat. He’s scary!”
Samhain was looking off into the darkness where he had vanished, and answered slowly, “I’m in complete agreement with you.” But Sleeper didn’t hear; she was already inside at the food bowl. Samhain lingered, pondering the strangeness of fate.
“Why us? Why are we the survivors? Why aren’t we out there, feral kitties, or worse – dead?” As no answer was whispered to her from the surrounding Darkness, she unconsciously (and ironically) mimicked her smaller sister, Mama Mouse; shrugging her shoulders, she turned and went into the house.

In the morning, the girls were outside watching the squirrels chase each other through the tree when they heard a car pull up the drive.
“They’re here!” Samhain exclaimed joyfully.
“That doesn’t sound like the Mama’s or the Papa’s car, Sleeper said, with a little frown on her face. It wasn’t, and the girls waited uncertainly to see who had arrived.

The car stopped and three women got out. These were three friends of their pawrents who had been hearing about the cattery and, as they were in the neighborhood, thought they'd stop by for a look. Sleeper had met all three, though two of them, Pam and Karen, she’d only seen when she was a baby, and the memory was very vague. Samhain didn’t know either of these two, but the third, Mary Ann, she recognized as someone who had come to visit in the time before the cattery was built.

“They did a great job!” Pam was saying as they walked up to the cattery. Karen, a skilled craftsman, was nodding as she looked it over appraisingly. “It’s a good size, and it looks strong,” she said. Mary Ann had spotted Sleeper and Samhain, “Oh, look! There are the girls!”
“Sleeper’s gotten so big!” Pam exclaimed.
“And look how pretty and sleek that Samhain is,” Karen was saying.

This was all Samhain needed to decide it was time to disappear. She turned tail and was up the ramp into the house in a flash, with Sleeper right behind her!
“We scared them away!” Mary Ann lamented. Pam said, “That’s exactly what they should do when something unknown enters their world. Go to safety.” Karen was nodding agreement. “Those are two very smart kitties!” she said.
Sleeper looked at Samhain where they were hiding just behind the catdoor. “We ARE very smart kitties…NOW!” she giggled. Samhain grinned.

At this point, Karen was at the gate and noticed something odd.
“The gate’s not latched,” she said with a puzzled frown.
“Oh, my – do you think they left in such a hurry they forgot to latch it?” Mary Ann said with a little laugh – she was well aware of how long it had been since the Mama and Papa had taken any time away from their babies and work!
“That doesn’t seem likely,” Pam said, coming over to inspect the gate.
“Well, it SHOULD be latched,” said Karen, decisively, and threw home the bolts. Thus, order was restored to the Sleeper and Samhain’s tiny universe.

Later that day, another car pulled into the driveway. This time it WAS the Mama and Papa! Happy greetings were had all around. Finally, the Papa stood, cradling Sleeper in his arms the way she liked, and the Mama was crouched down by Samhain, running her hands down her flanks, giving and receiving numerous headbonks, and scratching Samhain under her chin in just the right spot, and saying, “So how was your day without us? Any excitement while we were gone?”
Sleeper and Samhain looked at each other, but didn’t say a word. They just purred!

THE END

 
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