If we falter and lose our freedoms,
it will be because we destroyed ourselves.
Abraham Lincoln
Carol J. Douglas
This is a letter from a "City Cat" to his "Country Cat" brothers and sisters:
My dear brothers and sisters,
A year has passed since I was plucked from our litter in the country and taken to the city to live. I feel this is a good time to write to you and let you know what life is like here.
The most astonishing discovery I've made since moving here is that the city mice are so different from the ones in the country. For one thing, they all have bells inside! Not only that, but they just lay on the floor waiting for me to pounce on them instead of scampering away! I carry them in my mouth and bat them around just like the little balls I find on the floor (also with those fabulous bells inside). Such great fun!
Another great perk is that the people who adopted me are at my beck and call. I only have to rub their legs and look at them beseechingly and voila, I get a delicious treat! And if I don't like the food they give me for my main meal, I simply sniff it and walk away. A short time later they will fill my bowl with something more to my liking.
These wonderful people have thought of everything.
For my entertainment they have provided me with a caged bird to watch as well as many windows to enjoy the comings and goings of other birds. Also, there is a large container filled with water and swimming fish for my viewing pleasure. Some day I plan to put my paw inside and grab a fish.
However, I spend the majority of my day napping. I have my choice of beds all over the house. If I choose a chair that a person was going to sit in, he or she will simply find another, albeit, a more uncomfortable one. Sometimes I take pity on them and let them have the chair while I graciously cuddle in their lap all the while being stroked. I let them know I am pleased by purring contentedly.
When it is time to retire for the night, I have first choice of the area on the bed that I find most comfortable. The people adjust themselves around me. I let them sleep while I sleep. When I awaken and want my breakfast, I stretch lazily and see if they are awake. If they haven't awoken, I clean myself. And if they are still not awake I gently walk around their heads. If I am still unsuccessful, a few loud meows and pounces always works.
Ah, life is good here in the city.
Come and visit anytime. Must go and inspect my dinner!
Best Regards, Your city brother
Carol Douglas was inspired to write a children’s book, Cats of Many Colors, by the white markings on her black cats, Tux and Ferrari. The book is about an angel learning to paint cats in heaven before God sends them to earth. Celebrate the diversity of cats, as well as our own diversity by ordering this book! “Stories for Children” has given Cats of Many Colors a 5 star rating. Read the review at: http://storiesforchildrenmagazine.org/CatsofManyColors.aspx
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Cats of Many Colors is now available at:
Amazon ; Barnes & Noble ; Target ; Guardian PublishingA percentage of each sale will be donated to cat welfare. Visit Carol at her website: http://www.caroljdouglas.com
