Please discover beneath a visitor submit by Marilyn Armstrong from SERENDIPITY
Way back in a land distant, we had a Siamese cat. Mao — “cat” in Chinese language. I don’t know if that’s Mandarin, Cantonese or another dialect, nevertheless it was identify.
We obtained Mao as a tiny kitten. From day one, he was a feisty, chatty cat. He was additionally our first cat, which his identify mirrored. Mao Ee (Cat 1). There have been, in fact, many extra cats over the a long time, in all the homes in I’ve known as dwelling (besides this one the place it has been solely canines). Regardless, there was by no means one other cat like Mao.
After we traveled, associates took care of our home. I used to be an ideal grower of crops again then. Feeding the cats was one a part of the job … however watering the 200 plus crops was — or ought to have been — the larger process. Frank — finest good friend’s husband — was usually tasked with home care in our absence. Mao was a pondering cat. A logical cat. He determined we had been gone as a result of Frank had pushed us away. If Mao might drive Frank away, we’d come dwelling.
Due to this fact, when Frank got here to the home to feed and water cats and crops, Mao attacked him. I don’t imply slightly pounce, a playful swat. It was all out warfare. Mao crouched in shadows and attacked, all 20 claws outstretched, going for gore. Poor Frank cherished cats and he and Mao had at all times gotten alongside fantastic. He had no thought why Mao was out to get him.
The second we got here again, Mao was again to regular, good friend to the world. He had clearly been proper. We had been again … ergo, it will need to have been as a result of he drove The Invader (Frank) away. Logical, sure?
After that, Mao attacked everybody who took care of the home in our absence. He was the phobia of Our Crowd. It obtained more and more troublesome to get somebody to care for issues whereas we had been gone.
The years moved on and Mao moved with us. There have been youngsters, jobs, larger homes, canines. Life. We held celebrations … large Thanksgiving dinners. One memorable event, we had a full home together with a dozen and half folks and that includes an enormous turkey. When the turkey was roasted, I put it out on the counter to set whereas I moved meals within the eating room and greeted arriving visitors.
I wasn’t gone 10 minutes. After I obtained again to the kitchen, Mao was on the counter, ending off a drumstick. Its stays had been nonetheless connected to the turkey — a ragged, conspicuously gnawed gap. Not the presentation I had in thoughts.
The husband and I consulted. We agreed and served the hen because it was.
“What occurred to the turkey,” requested family and friends.
“Mao obtained it,” I stated.
“Oh,” they stated. “Move the hen.”
It was Thanksgiving. Mao was some cat.
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