My Story - Part 6

Life for Mom and Dad and their human kids went along Catless for quite awhile. It had been months and months since Junior disappeared, but Dad still wasn’t interested in getting another cat. One day Mom suggested they get a rabbit. Dad considered this for awhile and then agreed. So Mom bought Rudy.















Rudy was a white, ruby-eyed French angora, (which is another name for an albino). He was 6 weeks old when Mom got him. He was very friendly, very curious, liked to be petted, and liked to sit in Mom’s lap. He had his own hutch, but he was allowed to run around because rabbits can be litter box trained. They are smart this way like Cats.

Dad like Rudy too and tried to play with him the same way he had played with Junior. But somehow it wasn’t the same.

One day Dad said to Mom, “Rabbits just don’t play like Cats, do they.“ Mom agreed. Dad didn’t say anything for awhile. Then finally he said, “We need another Cat.”

Mom got very excited on the inside, but on the outside she just said calmly, “Well, Mrs. G’s Cat had kittens not too long ago. I’ll ask her about them if you like. “ Dad agreed, so she did.

When Mrs. G’s kittens were old enough, Mrs. G put all six of them into a big cage, put the cage in the back of her suburban, and drove over so that Mom pick one. Dad had to be at work that day, so he gave very specific instructions to Mom for the choosing of their Cat. Dad wanted a boy, and he wanted him to have lots of personality.

Mrs. G’s kittens were beautiful. There were 4 girls and 2 boys. Mom thought the girls were the prettiest. They had beautiful markings and coloring. She was very, very tempted to pick one of them. But since Dad was a recently reformed Cat hater, she decided she’d better pick the one closest to what he asked for.

That left the two boys. A little black kitten with a long tail (Me!) and my brother, a black and white bi-color kitten. Mom watched the two of us play for a long time. We were both very feisty and friendly. As she watched she noticed that my brother liked to hiss. He would hiss whenever my sisters and I pounced on him. He would hiss when we chewed on his feet, tail, or ears. We didn’t mind if he hissed, we didn’t care one bit. We kept right on pouncing and attacking and having great fun. But Mom decided that a hissy-puss might not go over too well with Dad, so she chose Me.



















Next time, I'll tell you what Dad said the first time he saw Me.........