I was sitting on the couch next to Mom, helping her write a story, and I looked up and saw this! A cat! A cat that is not ME!
Mom said, “It’s okay. It’s just your Uncle Ozzie from my mom’s house.” She also thought it would comfort me to tell me he was outside and to promise that she wouldn’t let him come in, but he was there! On my porch! On my porch! Being not ME!
Just look at his evil laser-eyed wickedness!
I wasn’t just sitting there gazing, I can tell you. I used all my best cat curses. I hissed and growled and yowled and caterwauled at the top of my lungs.
Mom called me back over to the couch, and I went, because she was probably scared of him and she needed me to protect her. I kept looking back over, though, and he was still there, so I yelled at him some more, and he finally went away.
That night, I dreamed he was back, and I yelled so loud I woke everybody up! I wonder if he was dreaming that he was here. If so, I wonder if I woke him up!
I haven’t seen him back here since that day, so maybe he learned his lesson. Ha!
Thank you to Mom’s friend (and my friend) Jane Peyton (author of WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE) for making my beautiful gravatar. I think it looks just like me, only white instead of gray. But that’s all right. It would be hard to get just exactly the right shade of gray as my real fur. So thank you, Jane!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR CATS: A cat who is not you comes onto your porch. What do you do?
KG
Jane
June 8, 2013 at 9:30amYou are very welcome, Ms. Katya!
I know what you mean about laser-eyed intruders. Oh, the wildlife you must meet!
Mrrowf for today!
Katya Graymalkin
June 8, 2013 at 5:36pmThere’s a black cat from up the road who comes here sometimes, but he has the sense to stay away from my porch. ha!
Mary Montague Sikes
June 8, 2013 at 4:21pmDaughter Amy will love this!
Mary Montague Sikes
Marian Allen
June 8, 2013 at 4:34pmDoes Amy have a watch-cat, too?
Amy Sikes
June 8, 2013 at 4:38pmI do have a watch-cat, but he isn’t as vigilant as you are, Katya!
Katya Graymalkin
June 8, 2013 at 5:37pmMom says I growl in my sleep often, but I never yowled before!
Pete Laberge
June 8, 2013 at 6:54pmMy cat, Sweedie, was like that. He would go asinine snarling and howling and scratching at the window. He went out for a walk around the house last August, and vanished. He used to take these constitutionals, rain or shine, winter or summer. One winter he went out and all you could see peeking up from the snow, was his tail. One summer he went out in a monsoon, and came back soaked. Dad had to dry him off, but we had fun. I still miss him.
Marian Allen
June 9, 2013 at 12:41pmOh, Pete, I’m so sorry about Sweedie’s disappearance! I’ve had that happen with cats and dogs; I never stop looking for them, no matter how long it’s been. 🙁
Mr. Nikita
June 8, 2013 at 9:00pmRE: Mom called me back over to the couch, and I went, because she was probably scared of him and she needed me to protect her.
That’s your story and I’m sticking to it! 😀
As for the prompt…This has happened twice in my life, and I left all the doing to Daddy Kiril. 😀
1st was over a decade ago = MAXIMUS: A Feral Feline I Once Knew (Bring lots of tissue as what eventually happened to Max was quite the topic in its day.)
http://www.opinionatedpussycat.com/2010/01/maximus-a-feral-feline-i-once-knew.html
2nd involved the arrival of Miss Elvira in our lives:
Intruder Alert! Daddy’s Found a Kitten! Or Vis a Versa, I don’t know!
http://www.opinionatedpussycat.com/2010/07/intruder-alert-daddys-found-a-kitten-or-vis-a-versa-i-dont-know.html
Katya Graymalkin
June 9, 2013 at 12:45pmHa! Mom is a big sissy! Thanks for the links. I’ll go read them, now.
Mr. Nikita
June 8, 2013 at 9:03pmOh, I forgot!
Hope you submit this story to Carnival of the Cats!
Pete Laberge
June 9, 2013 at 11:23pm@Marian Allen –
Well, it has been almost a year. But I still have hopes. He was a person to me. A member of the family, and not replaceable. Oh, I may get another familiar, but I still need time. A wise druggist, the other day (who must be very perceptive) said to me: “You will know when the time comes, do not hurry.”
In the meantime, I have Noella’s cat, Buddy, to share with her. And buddy knows something happened to me and Sweedie. I tried to explain it to him, and he listened. I am not sure how much he understood. But he has been very friendly, lately.
Marian Allen
June 10, 2013 at 7:57amBuddy is one of those special, compassionate cats. Our #4 daughter’s late cat, Al, was like that. He could have had a career as a therapy cat, seriously. The more you needed comfort, the more comforting he was. Miss Katya is a fine cat, but she isn’t therapeutic, unless you need to exercise your anger management skills.
Mormor
June 14, 2013 at 12:34amCats have their ways. Those beautiful creatures.
One of my cats is grey, and extra toes. He is a darlig.
Best whishes.
Marian Allen
June 14, 2013 at 9:00amOver here, we call cats with extra toes Hemingway Cats, because American writer Ernest Hemingway loved them and had a bunch. 🙂