Hello and here is a cat short story. Hope you enjoy!
DIRTY
PAWS
A
NEW NEIGHBOUR
BLUESY BOY AND MISTY watched out the
window. Two moving trucks had showed up. They watched for any new pets that
might be moving in but saw nothing-yet.
“Do you think they might have a cat,”
asked Misty. They certainly have a lot of stuff.
Bluesy Boy shook out and stretched. “It
doesn’t look like it. Humans always have a lot of stuff.”
Misty copied Bluesy Boy and stretched out
and hopped down. “That’s too bad, we could have had another friend.”
They both made their way to the kitchen
where Annie their owner had put out some kitty treats. They always got their
treat once a day. The girls of course where already there. Bluesy Boy rubbed up
against Annie’s leg purring. When he did that, he always got an extra treat and
a rub behind the ear.
Misty made a noise but he ignored her and
ate his treats. Annie looked down at them all. “We have new neighbours. I’m
going to make my famous cherry loaf and take it over. I’ll see if they have any
cats.”
The girls shared a look. Misty could tell
that they didn’t care. Bluesy Boy was enjoying his treats. He walked away
toward the door. Misty followed but not before catching a treat in his dish.
She quickly ate the treat and then joined him by the door.
“Are you going exploring over there?”
“Might as well go see what’s up. I’ll
sniff the cat if they have one. See if they are friendly or not.”
Annie let them out after a few meows. “You
two stay around the house. I’ll be calling you in as soon as my loaf is in the
oven.”
Bluesy Boy darted out as soon as the door
was open. Misty was right there with him. The day was a nice warm sunny day-not
too hot. A perfect day to go check out whose next door. They both leaped up onto
the fence that separated the properties.
Misty sniffed first. “All I smell is
pizza.”
Bluesy Boy sniffed and made a snorting
noise. “It doesn’t smell that good.”
Misty glanced over at him. “Want to jump
down and explore around the house. It’s doesn’t smell that good.”
Bluesy Boy answered her by jumping down. Misty
quickly joined him. They went to the back of the house. It seemed kind of too
quiet Bluesy Boy thought. There should be lots of commotion going on inside.
There was a small patio on the back. Misty
leaped up onto the railing and walked along it. Her nose twitched. “Do you
smell something?”
She looked back at Bluesy Boy who was now
looking into a window. “What are you doing? You’ll get noticed or something.”
Bluesy Boy got down and joined her.
Nothing in there but stacks of boxes.”
That’s when they heard the screechy noise.
They both looked around, ears perked. Misty crouched and looked all around.
There it was again. The sound appeared to be coming from underneath them.
Bluesy Boy jumped down first and sniffed
around where the sound came from. Then a howl came out making Bluesy Boy jump
back. Misty was instantly by his side.
They both cautiously looked under. Now
they could see eyes. Misty’s nose twitched. I think it’s a feline-a rather
small one.”
She appeared underneath closer.
“Hello under there. We mean no harm. We
just want to say hello.”
There was a small meek howl as their
answer. Misty went in closer. “Hey, come on out little one, it’s okay. Really.”
There was a shuffling noise and then a
thump. Misty glanced over at Bluesy Boy whose tail was swishing from side to
side. “I think the little guy is stuck or something.”
Bluesy Boy went around to another part of
the deck. There was an opening in the lattice. “Hey, come on over to this
corner.”
The cat came over to where Blues Boy was
but couldn’t get over the beam that supported the deck. “You can do it. You’re
small enough to get over the top.”
“Okay, here goes.” The little cat pulled
herself up and for a minute Bluesy didn’t think the little one would make it
but all of a sudden the little cat landed on its side with a thud. Bluesy
backed up and out stepped a small little calico. She leaped up onto the deck
and paraded around quite happy. “Thanks, I ws lost under thee. I should have
been more careful until I had checked out everything.”
Misty leaped up and joined her. “I’m glad
we could help. I’m Misty and this Bluesy Boy. Some around her call him Dirty
Paws.”
She scrunched up her nose. “Why is he
called that?”
Bluesy Boy jumped on the deck and joined
them. “It’s a long story. One day I’ll tell you.”
“My name is Chloe.”
“Welcome to the neighborhood. When you’re
more settled in, we can show you around.”
They could hear footsteps coming to the
back of the house. Misty looked at Bluesy Boy, “We should get going. Take
care.”
They took off over the fence and landed on
their side just they heard a voice. “There you are, it’s time to come in. The
rest of the kitties are waiting for you.”
Bluesy Boy’s ears twitched. “There is more
of them?”
At that, Annie started to call them in.
“We’ll check it out later. Maybe Chloe will introduce us.”
All the cats stayed in that night. Annie
said when she went over, there was a mean looking dog running around the house
and she didn’t want any of them meeting up with it until she knew he was safe.
This was a problem. Chloe had not
mentioned that she lived a dog. Misty was worried now. Would they be ever
allowed out again?
Bluesy Boy tried to tell her that they
would. But he had to admit he was a little worried as well.
The girls were at the door wanting out.
Annie decided that since they just stayed on the porch and sunned themselves,
they could go out. Misty and Bluesy Boy joined them. Annie looked down at them
and frowned. “You two always wonder around. I don’t know if I should take the
chance to let you out or not.”
Bluesy Boy rubbed up against her let and
purred. Misty watched hoping. She sighed, “Okay, but I will keep an eye for you
two. Any barking from next door and I will be calling you all in understand?”
She gave him a quick pet and scratch behind the ear.
Bluesy Boy and Misty headed over to see if
Chloe was around. They had to find out what danger lurked on her side. A nasty
dog was going to be a major problem.
Misty was first up on the fence and
sniffing, looking for her. Bluesy Boy went along the fence to the back to take
a look. He took a chance and let out a mew to see what would happen.
Out from under a garden shed came a grey
and white cat. He came trotting over to where Bluesy Boy was. He looked up at
him with big gold eyes.
“Hello, you live next door?”
“Yes, we do.”
“We?”
Misty came over at this point and looked
down at the grey and white cat. “Who are you?”
“My name is Scat. You two live on the
other side?”
“Yes we do. This is Misty and my name is
Bluesy Boy.”
“Hey, you’re the one some call dirty paws.
You’re well known on the other side of town where I come from.”
Misty sniffed. “Yeah, he’s known alright
by most dogs and cats. Where’s Chloe? We met her yesterday.”
“She’s out here somewhere. She and Bingo
are exploring.”
“Bingo,” asked Bluesy. “Is he another cat
that lives with you?”
“No, he’s a dog.”
Bluesy Boy fluffed out his tail for the
dog. Scat say his reaction. “Don’t worry, he’s okay with cats. He lives with
us. We all grew up together so he’s okay. Want to me him?”
Misty and Bluesy shared a look. “We’ll
stay up here for now,” said Misty.
Scat made a noise and out came bounding
Chloe and a rather scruffy dog that wasn’t much bigger than Chloe. He didn’t
look too threatening thought Misty.
“Hello again,” said Chloe. “You guys want
to come exploring with us?”
Bingo wagged his tail. “Yeah, it’s lots of
fun. Why don’t you guys hop down here so I can see you? My eyesight isn’t very
good.”
They both leaped down. Bingo’s tail wagged
even harder. Chloe rubbed up against him. “We have to look out for Bingo
because his sight isn’t good. So, we guide him around.”
Bluesy Boy was relieved. Anne would have
nothing to worry about. Bingo was going to be just fine.
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