A Cat's Handle

 

It's Only A Yawn!

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She was small.

She was black and white.

She walked in the awareness of hazard. Always.

 

          One dark damp November day she was snoozing around at home. No one else was there but Mr. Baby Sir. But as usual even he was outdoors doing a little desultory predating. She had the house to herself. It was so quiet she could hear spiders snoring from wherever they lurk in a house. Her mind was in a state of neutral zonk.

          There was a subtle disturbance.

          “Charley! Are you listening?” said the disturbance.

          “I don’t know anyone named Charley,” she thought drowsily.

          “Ah ha! You can hear me!” purred Toots, seconded by Suzy.

          “Wake up and talk to us. We’re here to help!” said Suzy.

          She opened her eyes and looked around the room to see who was speaking. The room appeared to be empty. A mystery! Now she was alert!

          “We are inviting you into a Purr. A PowerPurr™ Charley. We understand that you are having some issues when you go visiting with your lady,” said Toots, firmly.

          “Where are you, anyhow,” she said, still searching the room. The chairs were all empty. No one was working in the kitchen. No one was taking a shower or listening to music.

          “Doesn’t matter, honey. You’ve proven that you can hear us,” said Suzy.

          “My name isn’t Charley! That lady named me that! I’m not a tomcat!” hissed ‘Charley.’ “When I see her, I let her know too.”

          “Well, that in a nutshell, is what this meeting is about. It has come to our attention that you have behaved terribly, in an uncivilized manner, when visiting the home where your life was saved!” said Suzy.

          “Oh! You’re there aren’t you!” Now she was really alarmed!

          “One of us is! So, what does your lady call you?” Toots asked.

          “I love her, but she calls me Nips! That’s not my name either,” mewed ‘Nips’ a bit sadly.

          “I feel kind of crazy talking to the air. Are you two sure you are real? I’m not crazy?” She curled up into a little black and white ball.

          “Hey, honey, what do you want us to call you?” Both lady cats asked at once!

          “Claudette,” said the tiny grumpy cat.

          “Claudette?” inquired Toots and Suzy.

          “Yes.”

          “Why?”

          “It’s fierce!” said Claudette.

          “Why do you need to be extra fierce?” said Suzy, who is a little jumpy herself, if the truth were told.

          “My lady brings me to the Place Where Bad Things Happened!”

          “But, darling Claudette! It’s also the Place Where Very Good Things Happened! Think on that! The big boy saved your life. He kept you alive until you were strong enough to live with your lady!” said Toots, who had heard the whole story.

          “You should be nice. Purr! Don’t hiss and spit and hit! They really do love you; you know?” said Suzy. “I know!”

          “Do you think they still love me now,” said Claudette.

          “Oh, yes! It takes more than a little hissing kitty to kill love, dear,” said Toots.

          “I’ll try to be brave and remember the Very Good Things,” said the little black and white cat softly.

          “That’s a good girl! We’ll talk again, and we’ll remember your name, even if the lady calls you Nips!” laughed Suzy.

          It seemed to the girls that it had been a very good Purr!

          We can only hope that Ms. Claudette remembers her promise!