That was her, tall, slim, dark hair and big brown eyes. She's out for her morning run. I had the neighborhood under surveillance. This family caught my interest. It wasn't the four little boys, cute as they were. No, I had eyes for her, what a beauty. I peered at her from bush to bush and stealthily followed her up the hill. Stalking was my livelihood. One might say I'm sneaky yet endearingly charming. I had admired this beauty from afar long enough. Now I needed a cunning plan to meet her.
I met the boys in the yard. The baby looked to be a two year old with blond hair, blue eyes, and a smudge of something on his nose.
“Mommy, Look what we found.”
“He came right up to us Mommy,”
“Can we keep him Mommy?”
(I allowed the child to carry me. It was part of my scheme.)
“Can we, Mama?”
“Isn't he pretty Mommy? I think he 'excaped' off the TV and saw us and wanted to be ours.”
“'Naw' I don't think that can happen, can it Mommy?”
( Shaking her head no at him, she looked into my green eyes and I felt the spark. There's hope for me here,I thought. My plan will work. I turned on the charm and smiled brightly.)
“Hmmm, he's a very big kitty,” she said.
“We could call him Morris like the kitty on TV, Mama.”
“No I hate that name,” Marty said, “sounds like some real old man.”
“I don't like the name much either,” she said.
“I know, Mommy, let's call him Sherbert cause he's the color of orange sherbert.” Michael said.
“Sherbert, do the rest of you like that name?”
“That's it,” Marty said.
“Me 'wike' it,” baby Dean said.
Matt said, “It sounds perfect."
“I think so too.” my lady said.
I wasn't so sure but who am I, just the most orange, observant, leaping, pouncer God ever made.
Now a proud tom cat was dubbed Sherbert, my fee to be near my beautiful lady. I purred and rubbed against her legs. She picked me up, scratched me behind my ears and I was in kitty heaven.
Then the ax fell.
“We will keep him under one condition, he must be an outside cat. Michael has allergies.”
My chosen mistress relegated me to the chill of the outdoors. I vowed to win the right to stay inside.
Observing the home of my lady I noted the father was adding a large addition. I explored the building and found an opening, nosed in and jumped inside. I pondered how to make a dramatic entrance. I had an idea, a gift perhaps.
She was in the living room reading.I lay my victim at her feet. She screamed awakening the chipmunk who shot down the hall, my lady was screaming,
“Sherbert what have you done? Boys get the broom!”
The boys tore after the chipmunk.
I waited as it came around full circle, promptly capturing it with my mouth and went to the door.
“Sherbert don't you ever do that again,” she screamed as she escorted me out.
I waited a few weeks, perhaps a tiny rabbit would impress her. She rescued the bunny snuggling it into a box inside. And I was sent outside again.
My unlikely opportunity came midwinter, I was too ill to eat. Sickness bought my ticket to the inside.
She picked me up, looked into my eyes and said, “Sherbert, I'm afraid you're going to die if you don't eat. I wonder if you would eat liver, can't stand it myself. It would be a way to get rid of it. Aunt Bonnie sends it to Ralph thinking I will fix it for him.”
“What ever liver is I liked it and felt renewed. My coat grew sleek and shiny.
She saved my life.
“That spring another lady with amazing blue eyes caught my attention. She was the sharpest Siamese I had ever seen. Her name was Indigo. As nature goes we had our first litter two girls and one boy.
“I'm orange like you, is that why you called me Sherbert Junior?”
“Yep, plus you are my first son. Though having one blue eye and one green makes you way cooler!”
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