Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Impersonating A Cat Owner

“I hope they string him up!” Percy yells at the computer screen.

Buddy is started. “What, who –“ He shakes his head. “I was sleeping. Why are you yelling?”

“This kid in the news story,” Percy explains, with great passion. “He impersonated a lost cat so someone could break into an old lady’s house.”

“Let me see that.” Buddy stands on his hind feet and rests his front paws on the edge of the desk. “What do you mean, he impersonates a cat? Where does it say that in the story?”

Percy calms down a little and reads the news story again. “Sorry. You’re right. He didn’t impersonate a cat. He tricked the elderly woman into helping him look for his lost cat. Only there was no lost cat and her home was ransacked while she helped him look for it.”

“Oh.” Buddy nods his head. “I see. You mean, he impersonated a cat owner.”

“I do? But no one owns a cat! I mean, he impersonated a cat servant.” He reaches over and pats Buddy on one floppy ear. “They wouldn’t have gotten away with that if you were there, Buddy. You would have scared them into the next town.”

“Yes, I would! I would have hunted them down and taught them a lesson. No one impersonates a cat owner around my cats!” Buddy boasts.

Percy’s ears twitch and his eyes widen. “Your cats?”

Buddy quickly corrects himself, “Friends, Percy, my cat friends.”

Posted by Percy and Buddy

Friday, April 13, 2007

Digging Dudu

“Wow!” Cotton exclaims in a loud voice, disturbing the sleeping Percy. “You should read this. You won’t believe it.”

“I won’t believe what?” Percy, 

“A Chinese puppy named Dudu was hit by a car and was buried.”

“What’s so exciting about that?”

“He dug himself out of his grave, dragged himself home, and was operated on at the vet’s.”

Percy, wide awake now, leaps down from the back of the swivel rocker and jumps to the desk to view the story on the computer screen for himself. “For real?”

“Of course, for real.” Cotton is indignant. “He wasn’t dead, though. Only in shock.”

“Does that mean Jenny and Benji and Miss Mother will be home soon?” Percy asks. 

“No,” Cotton says, with great sadness. “They won’t ever be coming home again.”

“That’s too bad, Cotton. I would sure like to see them all again.”

“I would too, Percy. Wait, Jan has some photos on the computer. It isn’t the same as seeing them in person, but we can look at their pictures.

Percy hits a few keys on the keyboard, opens a folder and a photo of Miss Mother fills the screen. Companionably, they settle on the desk to watch the slide show.

Posted by Cotton and Percy

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Macavity Rides the Bus

Cyndi stares at images on the computer screen, but when Cameron approaches, he finds her eyes are closed.

“Isn’t it hard to see what you’re looking at with your eyes closed?”

Startled, Cyndi’s eyes pop open. “Sorry. I was just daydreaming about riding on a bus. I’ve never traveled anywhere except to Miss Mother’s or the vet’s.”

“Who’s the white cat?” Cameron asks, peering intently at the pictures of the handsome white cat, with his nose to the screen.

“That’s Macavity. And Jan’s going to know we have been using her computer again if you leave nose prints on the screen,” Cyndi scolds.

“So who is Macavity? A novelist?

“No, he’s a famous cat who rides the bus in England.”

“Wow, that’s neat,” Cameron exclaims. “A cat with money to spend on travel.”

Cyndi glares at Cameron. “Who said anything about Macavity having money?”

“Well, he has to pay to ride a bus, so he has money.”

“The article doesn’t say anything about Macavity paying to ride the bus, just that he gets on at one stop and gets off at another.”

Cameron is disappointed. “Oh, I thought if he had money, we could invite him to join the Funny Farm Writing Club and then we would at least have one member who pays dues.”

“Cameron, you know only residents of the Funny Farm can join the club. Besides, he lives in England and that’s at least a mile away. We don’t have any bus service here. How would he commute?”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Cameron muses. “Oh, well, we can still share this story with our journal readers. They can just click on the title of the story and read the article for themselves.”

Cyndi agrees. “That’s a good idea, Cameron. Let’s share the story with our friends.”

Journal entry by Cyndi and Cameron