Butterfly has a deep and abiding hatred for all felines.  She does not discriminate due to color, pedigree or place of origin.  She’s a micro-Poodle, but size ain’t a consideration when she issues her “Alert!” from her vantage point on the sofa back in the front room of our place.  If a Bengal tiger moseyed across the porch her animosity would be precisely the same as that of a day old tabby.

Hereawhile back she summoned me to the back yard with a fearful display of anger in the proximity of our carport, where our ancient El Camino and Mercury antique are moored.  A pitiful meow, meow could be heard, but the source was impossible to pinpoint when I conducted an exhaustive investigation into the matter.  Hide nor hair was not located.

Once in a while I journey to a local coffee oasis for scintillating conversation, and as I opened the car door for embarkation I heard the cat noise again but the source eluded me yet again.  I popped the car hood, but there was nothing under there excepting hoses, belts and allied accoutrements, and the cat noise vanished like a good intention.  Howsomever, upon my return the symphony had resumed.

The bonnet was elevated on my pickup, and there atop the air filter was a tiny brindle kitten with big eyes and an empty stomach.  It was not hard to figure put that an orphan kitten was in dire straits, so food and water was provided.  That kitten kept a weather eye on me as it took on cargo.

When the eating was done I returned for the kitten, and he hit the ground running and vanished without a trace.  It abandoned the premises with Butterfly’s threats ringing in its ears.

“Remembered where he lives,” I calmed Butterfly down.

Nest morning I was forced to re-visit the coffee shop, and I did not hear any untoward cat noises.

When the anchor was cast at the gathering hall and I closed the door I did hear a meow, so I looked around and saw a grown cat hanging around the parked vehicles, which explained to me that it was saying good morning.

Back home the cacophony resumed and I was surprised to find the kitten nestled on top of the engine block, and it was hungry again, but I was lucky enough to grab the little kitten before it could escape.

My daughter-in-law is a cat lover, and being an LVN, she knows how to comfort abandoned kitty cats.  Which she did.

She removed a population of fleas from the litter beggar and the story has a happy ending.  Karen made the unnamed waif feel at home.  The kitten does not appreciate her any more than I do.

Let me hear from you.

My phone number is 254-893-5063.

My postal address is 333 W. Ayers, De Leon TX 76444.

You can e-mail me at chupp@charleschupp.com.

By Charles Chupp, Copyright ©2008 Charles Chupp