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So the Kracker Cats were all lounging about the living room, enjoying their blessed felinity, when suddenly an intruder appeared in the backyard. The intruder was scruffy and rugged looking. Judging from the thick and tattered nature of its coat, the intruder had fought many battles and likely had won most.
It emerged from the forest. This, and its rough appearance, caused us to think that perhaps it was a feral cat, a true tough guy, a wild-boy survivor who had survived many Alaska winters, a cat that dined on moose and porcupine and the occasional grizzly bear - a cat who had even whupped a wolverine.
The tough guy pranced defiant and cocky into a prominent position just beyond the backdoor windows, where no Kracker Cat could miss it. Its stare was cold and hard and its glare carried this challenge:
"All right, you wee, wittle, kittees! Is there a Tom among you tough enough to take me on?"
"Me! I'm the one!" Jim growled back. "With my flashing, slashing claws and my piercing canines, I'll rip off your coat and tear it into such tiny shreds there won't be a patch left that's big enough to make a one-fingered mitten to fit on little Rye's pinky. And then I'll start to fight! ...If I can just get Mr. Kracker here to open this door..."
"No! I'm the one!" every other Kracker cat growled in unison. "Grahamn! Open the door!"
But of course I would not open the door. While this caused all of the Kracker Cats to grumble and complain about my cowardice, deep down they were all relieved.
In their hearts, not a one of them truly wanted to fight this cat.
Kaboodle would have wanted to, but I fear his battles are all waged on the other side now.
*Tomorrow, when I find the time, I will begin to prepare what I believe will be a four part story about a very special cat by the name of Romeo. Just before the invasion of Iraq by the US, a vet examined a very sick Romeo and pronounced his death to both certain and soon: three to four days hence, max!
Romeo's poor human! She considered this cat of 13 years to be her best friend and now he was going to die, even as her soldier son was given the order to advance on Baghdad. What a story did then unfold!