“Get up, get up, get
up…” the wind seems to say as it creeps through an opening under the porch of
an abandoned house where Blue lay sleeping.
Blue, wounded and exhausted, has fallen into a deep torpor. As we move in for a close-up, we see the rapid
eye movement beneath his furry lids.
Dear
Reader, Blue is probably dreaming, but with our remote, Pinkie and I can see
what is really going on as we view the scene from our Bay Window as if watching
it from a ginormous flat screen television:
Funny Face, Blue’s mother is walking slowly towards him from the south as
Big Red advances from the north and Clyde, wearing a backpack, enters from the
west, accompanied by Lay-a-dee. Funny
Face reaches Blue first and gently nudges him, but he doesn’t budge. The mud caked to Blues’ fur is whispering to
her. Funny Face bends her head to listen
to the collective speech of the mud, which informs her of what has transpired within
the last few hours.
Big Red approaches Blue and politely greets Funny Face. “That’s
a wicked state of affairs,” he finally says, assessing Blue.
“I’m going back home to get the carrier to transport Blue and I’ll make an
appointment for him at the cat wash station near the County Cat Hospital,” Clyde
says, after evaluating Blue’s condition. “They may as well stitch his ear back
on”. Blue’s ear, though ripped, was still
intact, hanging by a thread. Lay-a-dee bites
at the straps of the backpack that Clyde is wearing, until it opens, releasing
a thermos. Clyde morphs into a human and
pours a cup of hot broth from the thermos that he puts beside Blue. “I’ll be back,” he tells everyone, and then
proceeds to come home.
Funny Face is soon joined by a clowder of cats, all friends. Lay-a-dee, morphing into human form, runs
after Clyde. Funny Face nudges Blue
until he begins to stir. He moans and groans. His eyes are stuck together with dried mud, blood,
sleep fluid, and tears and he struggles to open them. He also finds it hard to breathe through his nostrils
that are filled with dried mud. His
bruised, swollen mouth stings in pain from where the mud and salty swamp water has
seeped into his open wounds. He winces
when his mother tries to wipe his face.
She does this in order for him to sip some hot broth, but he cries out
in anguish.
“I know it hurts,” she tells him, “but you need to keep up your strength so
you can heal faster”. Her words are
reassuring. Blue feels the weight of his
limp, mud-caked body and can barely lift his head as he attempts to oblige his
mother in taking a sip of the broth. But,
the taste of the swamp water and mud, mixed in with his own blood, masks any trace
of meat flavor and is so distasteful, he spits it out in disgust.
“I want to go home now,” Blue finally says.
“Go home?” asks Funny Face.
“Yes, HOME!” Blue cries emphatically.
“But, you are home, my son”. His mother
tells him.
“I mean my other home, with my other mother, where I can curl up in the sun
by the window and take a long nap!”
“My dear son, you have slept long enough. It’s time for you to wake up.”
“I don’t understand,” protested Blue, looking confused and scared.
Big Red confronts Blue. “Blue, if
you go back to your human masters in your comfortable, fake world, you will
never know what you really are and you will always be a known as a shameless,
pathetic coward that ran from adversity and challenge”.
Funny Face adds, “Living with the Huns has made you weak and pitiful. You are not the same son I left struggling on
the lawn in the Hun’s backyard that they rescued as a kitten”.
“How will you survive if something happens to your Masters?” asks one of
the elder felines.
“You and your friends will protect me,” Blue answers.
A thunderous rumbling among the cats is heard as they exchange opinions on
the issue at hand. Big Red throws his
hands in the air to quiet the clowder.
His voice cuts through the silence. “Maybe she can, maybe she can’t…” Big
Red addresses Blue. “Is that what you
really want or need— to hide behind your mother’s tail, when you can and should
face your fears and defend yourself?
What you need Blue, is something every cat should have, besides nine
lives. And that is COURAGE and PRIDE.”
Blue asks, “Where can I get this courage and pride?”
“Courage and Pride are attributes that most cats already possess. You just need to connect more with your cat intuitiveness
and instincts for survival. You need to condition your mind and body Blue.” Big
Red taps Blue on the temple for emphasis.
“Must I?” Blue whines.
“Tsk, tsk. Tsk…,” is the sound of disapproval the other cats make in unison
in reference to Blue’s response.
“Are you not a Russian Blue?” asks Big Red.
“I thought I was…”
“Russian Blues are Archangel Blues.
They are regal and strong and don’t back down from a fight, even if
there be a smidgen of Russian Blue running through your veins, that should be
enough to shield you, especially against any threat from a punk loser like Rage
and his band of hoodlums!”
“Rage and his gang been terrorizing our colony for years,” states an elder
cat. He picks on the most vulnerable—kindles of kittens and senior colonies”.
“That doesn’t say much for me,” says Blue, embarrassed.
“Well, you are an in-door cat, newly oriented to the outdoor world, so what
can you expect?” says one of the elder cats.
“What can I do? How can I defend myself against Rage and his gang? He will
probably kill me if he catches me on his turf again.”
“Not if I train you to fight him” says Big Red. “I have fought every one of them, and I know
their strengths and their weaknesses. But, you will need to fight them all, one by
one and it must be a public event, so everyone can witness you displaying courage
and pride as a benchmark.”
“Will you do it?” Funny Face asks Blue. “Rage and his gang not only killed
many kittens and seniors, he killed your father.
“What?” Blue feels a deep pain in his heart. “How did it happen?”
“Your father’s leg was caught in a rabbit trap and his leg was so severely
damaged, he could not walk let alone run. Rage and his gang had been in a turf
war with your father and his colony for the boardwalk, which included the swamp
area, for years. As your father was
alone at the time, Rage and his thugs seized the opportunity unfettered, to
kill him.
“What a coward.” Blue sighs.
“Yes, something you can overcome with my guidance” promises Big Red.
Clyde returns with Lay-a-dee. They have the carrier to transport Blue to
the groomers to get bathed and then the veterinarian to have his ear repaired. Clyde puts Blue, who is reluctant, into the
carrier and secures the latch.
“Let’s get you cleaned and stitched!”
“You’ll be as good as new in no time,” says
Lay-a-dee, smiling sympathetically.
Clyde places the carrier on the ground so Big Red
and Funny Face can say their goodbyes. Meanwhile, He and Lay-a-dee take turns petting
all of the other cats.
“Enjoy your holiday festivities Blue, my friend.
But, when the last crumb of Christmas pudding is gone, don’t forget to begin
your training with me. Do it for your
father’s honor.”
Funny Face places her paw warmly on Blue’s.
“Do you have any last words of advice for me
Mother?”
“In reference to Rage,” she says gently. “Go West Virginia back-woods-hood-cat on his
furry butt. And, don’t forget who you
are. We will meet again soon, my son”.
Clyde picks up the carrier and he and Laya-dee walk towards the house.
Our Story concludes next week....
Warm
Wishes for a Happy Holiday Dear Readers and don’t forget to click on the “Dear
Tabby” tab right near the header of this blog.
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