I've Been Collecting Some Good Ones,
Just So I Can Get Rid Of 'Em!
Shhh, Don't Tell My Human!
- A cat's gotta stick up for himself sometimes. Now, i don't deny that after fourteen years of high living, the last few spent on the street (through no fault of my own), I was ready for regular meals and a little peace and quiet. So when this human picked me up in the alley after a most unfortunate meeting with a large canine, I let her patch me up and, well, the food was good, so... let's just say I never got around to leaving. Now the human thinks she's the boss. But let me tell you, I got this situation wired. I make with the goo goo eyes, and she can't get those pounce treats out fast enough. I sleep against her legs, (just for back support, mind you) and she's combing me and scratching those special spots on my chin and behind my ears. But lately - well, it seems like I'm losing my grip on this household! It's the little things. Little hard round things, actually. They're EVERYWHERE. They get stuck in my toes. I chased a bug across the floor the other day, and it turned out not to be a bug at all. I sat at the human's feet for half an hour last week, because I KNOW what a crackling plastic bag of tempting treats sounds like. Finally she let me sniff the little things and they were -- ugh! -- BEADS!
- Well, Mr. Kitty's got it all back in paw now. She thinks it's cute - she thinks I'm playing with the 'bugs'. But I know, and YOU know, that I am quietly gathering every single stupid bead I can hook claw or tooth into and putting them into MR. KITTY'S BIG BEAD BONANZA. Hey, she drops them, she looks away, whatever - they're MINE. I've been listening (she calls it napping) and I know that in my collection there are beads and findings from the USA, South America, Czechoslovakia, India, China, Korea and more. I'm NOT colorblind, because I can see every color of the rainbow in my beads, and some that no self-respecting rainbow would allow. There are seed beads, firepolish beads, ceramic beads, glass beads, plastic beads, wooden beads, metal beads, charms, earhooks, clasps, jumprings, memory wire rings, bracelets and chokers, metal pendants and carved stone pendants, from the size of an ant to the size of a really large juicy beetle, or even a small mouse.
- I am trying to get this stuff out of MY house before she notices, so I am selling random assortments from my collection. Each bagged assortment weighs one can, that's 8 ounces, to you.
- Oh, er, P.S., sometimes my claws miss a few of the broken beads, so I put in MORE than 8 ounces total beads in each lot. More like 9 to 10 ounces.
Mr. Kitty passed away on 4/16/03 after a long and valiant struggle against cancer, feisty to the last. He had survived years of abandonment, scrounging for food, being hit by a car, and getting mauled by a dog before he found his permanent home with us. At his request, we took him in. We called him Angel. He finally got 3 years of security in a loving home with as much food as he wanted, but ultimately, he had to leave. He spent his last hours sleeping peacefully in his grieving human's arms, in the warm sun on his favorite sofa, and departed as quietly as he had arrived. He is missed. Please remember Mr. Kitty by adopting or assisting homeless pets as much as you can.