Cats (youngsters:non fiction, 1042 words)
Author: Lou Hill	Added: Mar 31 2002	Views/Reads: 4560/2507	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Recalling the cats that have been my owner.

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Timmy's most memorable exploit occurred on a hot summer night when I was
about eleven.  Apparently Timmy got the hunting urge and wandered down 
to her favorite hunting spot, a small brook near our house. After 
catching a small green frog, she decided to bring it home to her 
"family".  For some reason rather than come in my window as she usually 
did, she climbed the tree by the front porch and went in the window to 
my parents' bedroom. 

Because of the hot weather, my mother had on a thin rayon nightgown and
was sleeping without any covers over her. 

Timmy hopped up on the bed and deposited a wet, still squirming frog
smack in the middle of my mother's stomach.  The resulting scream even 
woke me up.  We got screens shortly after that. 

At this moment there is a tiger and white ball of fluff perched on my
shoulder that seems to be asking "What do you mean your favorite cat?"  
"Who are you talking about if you don't mean me?"  Sorry about that 
Tinker. 

Enosburg Falls, Vermont May, 1993 

Authors Note: While Cali and Tinker are no longer with us, our family
would be incomplete without at least one feline member.  Our latest cat 
is Mordecai (Hebrew for little which no longer fits.)  "Mo" has 5 toes 
on each foot and since we have moved to Florida we have learned that he 
is a "Hemingway."  Apparently Ernest Hemingway  was fond of 5 toed cats 
and always had several of them around.  They can still be found in his 
former home in Key West. 

Palmetto Florida August, 2000 


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