I had this really neat kitty, big old longish haired, grey striped cat, bright yellow eyes. It walked just like John Wayne, from the back.
So, I named him Duke.
Duke lived up to his name, he'd eat, and fight, and be the biggest, most aggressive cat. Ran most everyone else off. He loved me, though. I would feed him on the bin where we kept the food, and he would purr so loudly, you'd thought his Mom was a Peterbilt.
We'd had him for about a year or two, where he came from was anyone's guess, people were unduly fond of dumping cats out near our place, since we were in the country. (Snarl...)
But then I couldn't find him. He was gone for about 3 days or so. I was really worried, and Mom and Dad even checked the road, a definite danger to our animals there.
Then I saw Duke jump up on the bin like always, purring. However, this time, I heard little squeaks...
Huh?
I peeked behind the bin, and there, by an engine block, were 4 tiny kittens. This wasn't a real safe place for them, so we moved the kittens, and Duke, giving them a spot with a bit more warmth, and a bit less mechanical decor.
Oh, and I renamed her Duchess...
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Very cute 'tail'
Well, it would seem the Duke (or Duchess) didn't fight off ALL the other cats.
Heeheehee! They can fool you to a point, then "the cat is out of the bag"! Sorry, i couldn't help it!
Lovely story with a happy ending. :)
Visiting from A to Z,
Yvonne V
So Duke or Duchess, as the case may be, was a bit promiscuous as it turned out. What fun though. Is there anything cuter than little kittens?? NO, nothing is cuter.
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