“A coward dies a thousand deaths; a brave man dies but once.” Our cat Der Doc proved that this applies to cats as well.Caution was
watchword in Der Doc’s life. He was a grey cat, striped like a tiger but decidedly without
tiger’s courage. Daddy said, “He’s
original scaredy-cat.”
Der Doc had
run of our farm in
Bitterroot Valley of Montana, and
farm had multitudes of opportunities for a diligent cat. The chief opportunities lay with barn mice during
winter and field mice in
summer. Der Doc regularly partook of these opportunities. Cautiously, of course.
How ironic it was that his most searing experience took place when he was cautiously minding his own business. His business being a field mouse in our hayfield, as Daddy drove
John Deere tractor into
field and began mowing
alfalfa.
We children were never allowed in
field when Daddy was mowing hay, because
sickle on
mower extended out eight feet from
tractor. You couldn’t see that sickle coming, as
uncut alfalfa in front of it hid it. “Cut your little feeties right off, and you’d never know what hit you!” said Daddy. He would have given Der Doc
same warning if Der Doc had understood English. For on that sad day
uncut alfalfa hid Der Doc as well as
sickle.