After hanging out with the possums who are fun dudes, I met neighbourhood moggies, young Skip and Pandora. Pandora reminded me of my mum—big and soft. Every night, we would meet on the big hotplate— used for charing food – and talk about our humans and our day.
Skip would practise leaping and scaling the fence. His paws would wobble, so he didn’t get very far down the fence-line. I think he had trouble balancing because of his big head and skinny body. He told us how as a kitten, his brothers and sisters raced ahead, leaving him behind. The little guy didn’t have striking markings like me, but a plain, taupe/white coat and ginger ears. Skip wasn’t territorial and his elderly human adored him, even when she tripped over his tail.
Pandora shared her place with heaps of humans and a gi-normous mutt, named Corby. She kept him in-line by swiping his nose and skewering his tail. Cats Rule!
Us moggies became good mates, but then Skip disappeared and new humans took over his home. I still miss him… Not long after, Pandora’s coat became scruffy so she didn’t come out anymore. The moon was full when Corby barked, ‘Pandora is gone.’
I was even more upset when that mutt sprawled out in her favourite spot of the garden. Her humans brought back another mutt to live with them. Pandora would not have been happy and I wasn’t impressed.
Dogs are so pathetic – drooling to please. No dignity, but Cats Always Rule!
Miaow to Skip and Pandora.