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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Misty the Cat: Biter of Mice.

A Cat Story: Misty with Blanks.
(Misty is the cat.)
In the beginning, there was no Misty, only mice, and we lived in San Francisco, California. The mice were loud and nocturnal. They multiplied and ran all over the house. They began to run over our faces as we slept.

I took a pleasant walk over to the SPCA (so called). It was the close to the site of the old San Francisco Baseball stadium. There is still a bar on the corner named Balls. There is a hill leading up to Balls, before one gets to Balls, one finds the SPCA. On the other side of Balls, there was a Chinese restaurant.

A nice woman showed me death row. I walked down the row of cages making mouse noises, sort of an IQ test for mousers, and a large gray female cat with a white front, white paws, and a black nose won the competition for continued life. The name on the cage was Misty. I was given a card with her particulars, and took her home. We tried to make her feel welcome. She adjusted quickly. That night she caught a mouse, (think it was uncle Fred) and played with it for about four hours. The mice became invisible and inaudible to us. We knew they were there, because Misty would leave the occasional body under our pillow for us to enjoy after she ate the head. Good Job Misty!

more later...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good post.