Cat Tails 26

Cats are amazing little critters. I’m a cat lover and I started writing about cat-antics last summer when our twenty-year-old kitty passed away. His name was ‘Feely.’ He got his name because he was blind and ‘felt’ his way through life. Everyone had fun with him in one way or another. My teenage boys loved to entice him to jump on the couch and then laughed themselves silly when he would over-shoot the height and nose-dive into the cushions.Feely loved that play time as much as the kids did and he expressed it in with a constant purr. Cat Tails 26 includes 26 true short stories about the lives of my cat, Ditto, and three feral cats that live in the trees behind my home. There’s a Mama and her two kittens. Rather than try to explain the humorous activities of these little animals, I’m going to post some or all of Cat Tail 2 depending on how much space Kindle allows for this intro. My website is www.terryscattails.com. Check it out for more stories and see photo's of the kitty's!Cat Tail #2Being the softy that I am, I started feeding a stray mama cat a while back. She has two kittens. The little cat family lives in the woods behind my house and they are feral. Mama doesn’t allow the kittens to leave the tree line but she wanders all over town. In fact, I’ve spotted her blocks away from here. Just to see how tame I could make her, I started moving the dish closer and closer to the house. She was following it, getting closer and closer as days went by. She stopped coming about a week ago. I figured she and her kittens met their cat-maker in some way or another so I stopped putting out food. I think my cat, Ditto, was pretty happy about that. The little bugger is the jealous type. Anyway, all I was feeding was ants and Blue Jays and some kind of ugly red bug with more legs than any bug would ever need.I was sitting in my garage this evening grilling a steak and listening to oldies. I had the volume turned up real loud just like the good ole' days, pretending I was a whole lot younger. I did a double take when Mama peeked around the West corner of the open garage door. "Well, Mama!" I said. “You’re back! I bet you’re hungry?”She sat down.That was a first; she’d never sat down in front of me before. She was also a lot closer than she’d ever been. "Should I get you some foodie?" (I say foodie because I think cats understand foodie better than just plain ‘food’.) She didn’t respond so I went in and got her a full can of moist food as a special treat. I put it at the corner of the garage. I was amazed that she came to it, being that close. Well, she devoured all of it.Then she sat down!"Wow! Still hungry, are you?" I asked. She didn’t say anything so I figured she was. I filled her dish with chicken bit's that I’d cut up before she disappeared. They were frozen since I didn't know if she would ever show up again. She ate them...frozen and all.Then she sat down!I laughed out loud. (That’s LOL for you younger peeps.)“No! You’re not still hungry?”Again, she didn’t say anything. So I went in and stole Ditto’s half-full cat dish. I gave it to her and she ate it all.And sat down!I couldn’t believe she was putting all that food in such a small body.“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “You are having regular eatathon!”Once again, she didn’t say anything, so I went in and got the whole bag of cat food. She waited patiently, a safe distance away, of course, while I filled the dish to the brim.