Heres the latest story by Craig: Snickers. Snickers Living out here in the woods with cats has always been fun for me. Many years back I suffered from depression. I was married, had material things which should have made me happy, but didn’t. I was in debt up to my eyeballs. Once I gave up on married life, I stayed single and couldn’t figure out why I didn’t want material things. Well, I traded women for cats and have been happier than ever before. For years I never had a depressed day, and have no desire for material things. Cats keep me from feeling alone. Now Snickers is one who makes me happy; orange short-haired male with a swag. The faster he walks the more the swag swings keeping him a little off balance. A few months back, I tripped over a root and almost fell. I looked back and Snickers was lying on his back holding his stomach and laughing. Now I think I didn’t trip on the root--he tripped me. I walked towards him, and he got up and ran. This cat scurried up the path. I picture him running for his life. It has taken months to patch up our relationship. There is one little trail I pass through a number of times a day. I have worn a groove in the ground. When Snickers sees me, he pops out of the brush just in front of me, and heads in the direction I’m going. He looks back over his shoulder, keeping pace. I try to touch him, but he’s always just out of reach. I see the ears turned backwards on his head. It is a fun game for him, he says, “You can’t catch me.” I answer back, “I’ll get you.” Another day the chubby little body was on the porch roof in the morning shade. He lies with his rear legs hanging over the edge. I said, “I see you,” he laughs again, “You can’t get me now, can you?” I keep pretty busy and spot him often. I did see him coming down the ladder one day, seems his big butt chases him all the way down, the front legs having all they can do to bold back the weight. One day I did a double-take. He was way up on the roof by the weather vane. I said, “Get down.” He laughed and said, “ You’ll never get me up here.” I don’t know how he got up that steep pitch. I later installed a ladder so he can get up and down easier. He looks funny on top of the roof because of his size. I’ve been up there; it’s a bit scary. One day the little joker was crunching away on some dry food, his face and ears facing downward. I snuck up behind him, grabbed him by his body, and he wasn’t bothered. I scratched his back, under his chin. He said, “You got me.” I said,yeah, and I’ll never let go.” He’s a really good friend now, sleeps next to me on the left arm of the recliner. He’s crazy about cat treats. That is like candy to him and others. His eyes get big when I ask him if he wants candy and rattle the bag. When I get ready for bed, he’s leaning off the edge of the night table, his eyes asking for candy. He’s happy when I set some by his feet. After the morning chores, I fix a coffee and a couple of pop tarts. I head to the table on the porch. Snickers, Smudges, Pins and Murphy are waiting on the table and near-by railing, their bellies already full after their breakfast of moist food. There seems to be room for treats. Once you start something it becomes so expected that I can’t face this bunch if I’m out of treats. It hurts. One day I had coffee in another barn, avoiding them. They were all on the table waiting. I couldn’t face them. If you want to help in a big way, you can send some Temptations or Party Mix. It’s getting costly and they deserve so much. It was them that kept me alive through this monstrosity of a raid.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 20:17:22 +0000
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