The Cat and the Evil Parakeet

Written by Janette Blackwell

Parakeets were “in” duringrepparttar winter of 1952, and my little brother David had his heart set on one. On December 24, Mamma, Daddy, and I went to a parakeet breeder, paid $7.95, and brought homerepparttar 148925 pretty green bird we had reserved. The parakeet was hidden inrepparttar 148926 back bedroom overnight, but, inrepparttar 148927 early morning dark of Christmas Day,repparttar 148928 softly glowing bubble lights on our tree revealedrepparttar 148929 birdcage onrepparttar 148930 living room floor amongrepparttar 148931 other gifts.

At six that morning, Daddy and Der Docrepparttar 148932 cat came intorepparttar 148933 house after milkingrepparttar 148934 cows. Der Doc always supervised as Daddy andrepparttar 148935 hired man milked. He was rewarded for his efforts with a bowl of fresh milk and a good many compliments from Daddy. Pussycats can tell by your tone of voice that you are complimenting them. They love compliments and believe every one. Therefore, though Der Doc was a rather ugly grey tiger-striped cat, he believed he was good looking. He further believed that he was a superior member ofrepparttar 148936 milking team.

The Cat and the Evil Mower

Written by Janette Blackwell

“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 wasrepparttar watchword in Der Doc’s life. He was a grey cat, striped like a tiger but decidedly withoutrepparttar 148924 tiger’s courage. Daddy said, “He’srepparttar 148925 original scaredy-cat.”

Der Doc hadrepparttar 148926 run of our farm inrepparttar 148927 Bitterroot Valley of Montana, andrepparttar 148928 farm had multitudes of opportunities for a diligent cat. The chief opportunities lay with barn mice duringrepparttar 148929 winter and field mice inrepparttar 148930 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 droverepparttar 148931 John Deere tractor intorepparttar 148932 field and began mowingrepparttar 148933 alfalfa.

We children were never allowed inrepparttar 148934 field when Daddy was mowing hay, becauserepparttar 148935 sickle onrepparttar 148936 mower extended out eight feet fromrepparttar 148937 tractor. You couldn’t see that sickle coming, asrepparttar 148938 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 Docrepparttar 148939 same warning if Der Doc had understood English. For on that sad dayrepparttar 148940 uncut alfalfa hid Der Doc as well asrepparttar 148941 sickle.

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