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Posted: Sunday, February 02, 2020 3:53:21 PM
The tale of Cheeto

Chapter one...

One day the lady was putting cat food on the porch like she always does twice a day. All the cats in the neighborhood know it is a free buffet if you can fend off the noisy bluejays who love to swoop in and steal it right out from under your nose.

The lady looked up and saw 2 half grown orange tabby cats that she had never seen before crossing the street and headed for the porch. She wasn't sure if they would be afraid of her so she stepped back into the shadows near the door of the house to see what they would do.

One of them stopped short when they saw her and wouldn't come onto the porch but the smaller of the two trotted right up to her jumped up on her leg and held out a paw as if to say, "Hey! there you are! I have been looking for you!"

The shy one ran away but the lady started calling the friendly one Cheeto and he was never far from the porch when ever she came outside. One day she left the door cracked open and he came in the house, made friends with all the dogs and cats that lived inside the house and so she had him fixed and he has lived with her ever since.

The lady says the most special cats are the ones who choose you.

Chapter two...

Many months have passed since Cheeto came to live with us and he loves to hang out in our big yard where we have a tool shed up on skids. All the cats like to get under it and explore or just enjoy the hiding place from which they sometimes jump out and ambush a passing dog. They know that our dogs won't hurt them because they were raised with cats and they love each other.

So about three days ago the man (my husband) went out to work on something in his tool shed and he left the doors open while he got distracted. Time got away and it was time to shut the shed for the night but he forgot to check to see if any cats were in there first.

The lady (me) did notice that she hadn't seen Cheeto but she thought he was probably in the garage or maybe taking a nap behind the couch.

The man heard something banging around inside his shed and went out to catch whoever it was that was pilfering his beloved tools. When he opened the doors a very wound up Cheeto came bursting out and ran for the backdoor where the man hurried to let him in so he could go and see his lady. He was so happy to see me and tried to tell me that he had been trapped in the dark in there with those smelly lawnmowers and there wasn't even a mouse to eat. He said he could hear me calling him but could find no way to get out and come to me and then he couldn't hear me anymore. Then he told how he thought no one was ever going to come and let him out so he started knocking things down hoping that we would hear him!(yes my cats can talk to me in their own way)

I petted him and fed him and he drank a giant bowl of water. I also promised him that if I ever can't find one of them again that the shed will be the first place I look. He must have been so scared and it must have seemed like forever to him... it was about 5-6 hours that he was locked in there but cats don't have watches and time seems to stop when you are afraid. Anyway I asked him to forgive us and his purr said that he did.

So ends the tale of Cheeto for now...



Posted: Sunday, February 02, 2020 4:14:17 PM
Thank you so much for telling us the tale of Cheeto! I love cats and love hearing and reading stories about them. But poor little Cheeto, feeling alone and abandoned, probably with distant memories of abandonment when he was a kitten.

I experienced, or rather, one of my two cats at the time experienced, something similar, the lady of the house leaving for work in the morning and returning in late afternoon to find one of the cats giving me hell and leading me to the closet where his sister had been trapped all day long. She had made a wreck of the place, and I could see evidence of her brother having tried to break her free. Like you, I promised the cats I would never, not ever, close that closet door again without first checking to see who was where, and I kept that promise.

Years ago, a friend's family cat loved climbing in the front-loading washer for a nap until the day my friend's mother tossed clothes into the machine and started it. The cat was quickly rescued, but she was a Siamese with a sense of dignity and she had revenge in her heart. For three solid days, my friend's mother never knew when or where the cat would leap out of hiding, nip her ankle, and then disappear.
Posted: Sunday, February 02, 2020 4:17:38 PM
Colorwash wrote:
Thank you so much for telling us the tale of Cheeto! I love cats and love hearing and reading stories about them. But poor little Cheeto, feeling alone and abandoned, probably with distant memories of abandonment when he was a kitten.

I experienced, or rather, one of my two cats at the time experienced, something similar, the lady of the house leaving for work in the morning and returning in late afternoon to find one of the cats giving me hell and leading me to the closet where his sister had been trapped all day long. She had made a wreck of the place, and I could see evidence of her brother having tried to break her free. Like you, I promised the cats I would never, not ever, close that closet door again without first checking to see who was where, and I kept that promise.

Years ago, a friend's family cat loved climbing in the front-loading washer for a nap until the day my friend's mother tossed clothes into the machine and started it. The cat was quickly rescued, but she was a Siamese with a sense of dignity and she had revenge in her heart. For three solid days, my friend's mother never knew when or where the cat would leap out of hiding, nip her ankle, and then disappear.


Oh my! that poor cat! it made me think of an old pink panther cartoon I saw where he was trapped in a dryer and came out as a big pink puff ball.

Shocked
Posted: Sunday, February 02, 2020 5:53:02 PM
I bet you and I could trade cat tales along with a number of others here on the forum for days, weeks, probably even months.

Currently, while a friend of his is on vacation, my husband is driving to his place and taking care of the local ferals. At first, being used to the friend but not my husband, they remained hidden while my husband put out fresh food and water, but within two days, they understood he was friend, not foe, and now they're following him to where the food is kept and leading him back to "their" place. One of them is even patting my husband's leg with a paw. Just a friendly tap? A demand for immediate food? A request to be picked up and cuddled or maybe taken to a new home, a place where there's always warmth and food? Actually, my husband's friend has built a very large kitty condo, one that's completely insulated and with a light bulb that spreads warmth in winter. That old saw about the crazy cat lady is misleading. Men can be crazy about cats too.
Posted: Sunday, February 02, 2020 6:07:20 PM
Congratulations!!! I will read it soon.
Posted: Sunday, February 02, 2020 6:33:21 PM
Congrats on your book, sounds interesting, as I love all animals anyway.
Beautiful cover work.
Posted: Sunday, February 02, 2020 8:40:53 PM
Colorwash wrote:
I bet you and I could trade cat tales along with a number of others here on the forum for days, weeks, probably even months.

Currently, while a friend of his is on vacation, my husband is driving to his place and taking care of the local ferals. At first, being used to the friend but not my husband, they remained hidden while my husband put out fresh food and water, but within two days, they understood he was friend, not foe, and now they're following him to where the food is kept and leading him back to "their" place. One of them is even patting my husband's leg with a paw. Just a friendly tap? A demand for immediate food? A request to be picked up and cuddled or maybe taken to a new home, a place where there's always warmth and food? Actually, my husband's friend has built a very large kitty condo, one that's completely insulated and with a light bulb that spreads warmth in winter. That old saw about the crazy cat lady is misleading. Men can be crazy about cats too.


yes that is one thing I love about my man, he loves cats and is not afraid to show it. Grin
Posted: Monday, February 03, 2020 4:57:28 AM
Thanks MarBeth and Posyrosie!

Shelli, the saddest thing is that my husband loves all animals and can have no pets. He has allergies to all fur-bearing creatures, the worst being cats because they insist on keeping themselves so clean. Maybe we could find a slob of a cat somewhere.
Posted: Monday, February 03, 2020 5:43:12 AM
Colorwash wrote:
Thanks MarBeth and Posyrosie!

Shelli, the saddest thing is that my husband loves all animals and can have no pets. He has allergies to all fur-bearing creatures, the worst being cats because they insist on keeping themselves so clean. Maybe we could find a slob of a cat somewhere.


hahaLaughing if I find one I will let you know.
Posted: Monday, February 03, 2020 6:43:54 AM
My mother had an orange tabby named Timmy who loved mud puddles. Yes, water with mud in it. When she let him back into the house after he'd been on safari, she'd grab him, and with the towel she kept handy, she'd wipe down his legs and paws so he wouldn't track mud throughout the house. Maybe he was a reincarnated five-year-old.
Posted: Tuesday, February 04, 2020 1:00:01 AM
Missed that one. A happy congratz also here, and congratulation also on the cover, love it. Wish you a huge success!

Unfortunately, I don't find the time, peace and mood to read a good book (strictly in paper form), anymore, and I've still a dozen books of friends or customers I have to read, that are taking dust on the shelf. Work and animals rule my life and as soon as I touch my mattress, I'm gone. And even if I weren't, no way I could read a book without a bunch of furry things around me wondering what I'm doing and trying to help me out. What is a shame, would love to be able to again, was a huge book reader my whole life.
Posted: Tuesday, February 04, 2020 3:09:29 AM
PetsDreamlands wrote:
Missed that one. A happy congratz also here, and congratulation also on the cover, love it. Wish you a huge success!

Unfortunately, I don't find the time, peace and mood to read a good book (strictly in paper form), anymore, and I've still a dozen books of friends or customers I have to read, that are taking dust on the shelf. Work and animals rule my life and as soon as I touch my mattress, I'm gone. And even if I weren't, no way I could read a book without a bunch of furry things around me wondering what I'm doing and trying to help me out. What is a shame, would love to be able to again, was a huge book reader my whole life.

Thanks for the congrats!

As for the loss of reading in your life, that's what it is: a loss. I've gone through the loss several times in my life, and looking back on it, I now realize I could have read had I wanted to, but I didn't. At one point, it was because I was overwhelmed with life itself, at another, it was because of misery, but the need to read, to hear the thoughts of others, to escape into those thoughts for at least a little while each day, came back. Once anything becomes an obligation, even if it's to ourselves, we begin to resist it.

I've a suggestion for you: Homer's Odyssey by Gwen Cooper. It will bring any animal lover, in particular a cat lover, back into the fold of books.
Posted: Monday, February 10, 2020 7:35:32 AM
Congratulations! That's very cool! (You might have noticed I've got a thing for cats too!). Smile

(Incidentally, the preview for your book made me remember the one word that I couldn't think of for the tags of one of my designs: Calico!)
Posted: Monday, February 10, 2020 8:08:38 AM
Creacat wrote:
Congratulations! That's very cool! (You might have noticed I've got a thing for cats too!). Smile

(Incidentally, the preview for your book made me remember the one word that I couldn't think of for the tags of one of my designs: Calico!)

Thanks!

It took me years to remember the difference between a calico and a tortoiseshell, but they seem to have another difference, too. The torties often have a humdinger of an attitude. My mother had one that didn't like anyone tailgating her. If you rode her bumper at less than three feet, she'd stop, turn to look at you, and hiss.
Posted: Monday, February 10, 2020 11:43:37 AM
Colorwash wrote:
[quote=Creacat]

It took me years to remember the difference between a calico and a tortoiseshell, but they seem to have another difference, too. The torties often have a humdinger of an attitude. My mother had one that didn't like anyone tailgating her. If you rode her bumper at less than three feet, she'd stop, turn to look at you, and hiss.


Ah, the famous “tortitude”. I must say I have a calico cat and she’s got a fair share of attitude as well. It seems to run in the calico/tortie family.
Posted: Monday, February 10, 2020 2:00:23 PM
Colorwash wrote:
Creacat wrote:
Congratulations! That's very cool! (You might have noticed I've got a thing for cats too!). Smile

(Incidentally, the preview for your book made me remember the one word that I couldn't think of for the tags of one of my designs: Calico!)

Thanks!

It took me years to remember the difference between a calico and a tortoiseshell, but they seem to have another difference, too. The torties often have a humdinger of an attitude. My mother had one that didn't like anyone tailgating her. If you rode her bumper at less than three feet, she'd stop, turn to look at you, and hiss.


I had a tortie mama cat that was so crabby she didn't even like her own babies... she finally went down the street to live with the other cat lady who apparently has no kittens. lol

Posted: Monday, February 10, 2020 6:21:44 PM
🌼Shelli Fitzpatrick wrote:
Colorwash wrote:
Creacat wrote:
Congratulations! That's very cool! (You might have noticed I've got a thing for cats too!). Smile

(Incidentally, the preview for your book made me remember the one word that I couldn't think of for the tags of one of my designs: Calico!)

Thanks!

It took me years to remember the difference between a calico and a tortoiseshell, but they seem to have another difference, too. The torties often have a humdinger of an attitude. My mother had one that didn't like anyone tailgating her. If you rode her bumper at less than three feet, she'd stop, turn to look at you, and hiss.


I had a tortie mama cat that was so crabby she didn't even like her own babies... she finally went down the street to live with the other cat lady who apparently has no kittens. lol


Proof that we can never own a cat.
Posted: Monday, February 10, 2020 6:41:06 PM
I just added my web site, so it isn't showing yet in a little "www" link at the bottom of my posts, but that's okay. The site only went live late this afternoon. Anyway, I've been working on this for a while after battling with three boards on Pinterest devoted to animal-lover books.

The main three pages are: nonfiction, fiction, and children's books. Is my own book in the fiction section? You betcha, but in the end, that's not the point.

Check it out. It's currently slender, but there's such a wealth of books for people who always pause for paws: Books for Animal Lovers
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