Moo and the Two Black Cats

Moo and the Two Black Cats

Part I

I own an antique Poodle whose papers say her name is "Princess Fifi" but answers to "Meefer Moo." Two black cats own me. I overheard them talking the other day. Precious said, "You know? A person is just a warm piece of furniture." Her brother snarled, "Sure. My name is 'Big Boy' but I'm not a boy anymore! No respect!!!"

I rescued my cats' mother at a schoolyard where some junior high kids were tormenting her. She was just a kitten. I drove a school bus and brought her home on it. My bus kids would hold and pet her until time to get off, then pass her to someone else, and we finished the route that way until the last kid got off. Then it was just her and me and she wasn't a happy camper. I finally got her into the house and fed her. She became accustomed to the place and accepted the Poodle. I named her Sadie Jo.

When she was two years old she had her only litter of kittens. (I didn't get her to the vet in time) She had 5: 2 looked Siamese, 2 were black, and 1 was white. None of them looked like her, and I was the only one (?) who had a cat in my area. Since I live in the country and on a highway, I figure a couple of travelling toms met her and introduced her to motherhood.

Precious was the "runt" of the litter, and I decided to keep her. My Poodle adopted her and helped Sadie Jo bathe her. I gave the Siamese-looking ones and the white one away. No one wanted Big Boy, so I kept him.

Moo is now 9 years old and the black cats are 4.

Fact: Instinct tells wild cats such as Bobcats to mate with domestic cats to carry on the species if the species is in danger of extinction.


Part II

My mother swears that Precious and Big Boy's father(s) couldn't have been domesticate tomcats. AND--they do look odd. They have long, shiny fur and their back legs are "jacked up" like a Bobcat. And their tails!!!!! I measured them. (I know. No respect.) Big Boy is 14 inches long from his nose to the end of his backside. His tail from body to end is 16 inches long. Do the math. That makes him 30 inches long. He also weighs 13 pounds. Precious isn't as big, but she's built the same way. They don't respect me enough to let me measure their legs; but, I'd guess their back legs are 2 inches longer than the front ones.

My cats are welcome at the neighbors' barns any day. They kill mice, rats, birds--anything smaller than them and not able to get away. They have a wild, undomesticated, not-your-normal-cat growl when they've been hunting. I learned not to react too loudly ("Get that dead mouse out of here!")when I find their present in the middle of my bed.

You've heard of the "doggie door?" I have a "cat door" that they often use. One or both of them sneaked in on me just a few minutes ago. I swept bird feathers and cleaned up bird carcass (use your imagination) No respect!

Now, it's "No dead mice, rats or birds!" and I'm careful to praise them. "Thank you for showing me that mouse." as I wrap it in a paper towel and carry it to the burn barrel.

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