and now, the rest of the story on our puddy tat (part II)

Hi, I said to the smiling man who opened the door. My name is Sheila, and I live two houses down from you – the corner house.

Hi, he responded with a wary look, the smile fading a little bit. He didn’t introduce himself so I said, and you are?

John, he said. The smile was replaced by a slight frown.

I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but I wondered if this cat (and I gestured to our cat that was still eating, still ignoring me – the other cat had gone behind the house when I knocked on the door) belongs to you?

That cat? he asked and then began to laugh. Definitely not my cat, John said and laughed like I had just said the funniest thing in the world.

When he could talk he said, that cat belongs to this street. She eats here sometimes, the women across the street feed her sometimes, and last week I noticed she was eating in your driveway. She knows how to pick her people.

Seriously?! I exclaimed in disbelief. So our poor pitiful stray cat that’s eaten twice a day on Fancy Feast isn’t that pitiful after all? Lately we’ve been wondering what we could do to keep her warm in the colder weather.

Don’t worry about that, John continued. I’ve built a little outdoor house for her and have it heated to keep her warm on cold nights. He gestured toward a contraption on his carport which I now understood to be the cat’s winter residence.

Wow, I said with great admiration for his ingenuity. And have you named this cat?

Nah, I just call her Stray Cat. I decided against telling him what Pretty called her. Lilibets now seemed a bit overboard.

Well, I said at last. This certainly explains her behavior, and I can’t thank you enough for clearing things up for me. Just one other thing. Do you ever see the big grey male cat around the neighborhood?

Oh yes, John answered. He’s the neighborhood bully, but I’m not sure who owns him.

Thank you again, I said. It was very nice to meet you.

Likewise he said and smiled again as he closed the door.

I turned to walk away and spoke to “our” cat who continued to never look up at me as she munched on her pellets.

I called Pretty, gave her the report which stunned her as much as it did me, and we wondered whether we would become her summer residence with our sunny carport at the corner house while she wintered in John’s cat condo.

Guess who came to dinner last night?


Stay safe, stay sane, get vaccinated and please stay tuned.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
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10 Responses to and now, the rest of the story on our puddy tat (part II)

  1. JosieHolford says:

    Typical cat behavior. Urban cats having multiple ports of call is standard.
    Now the winter accommodation worry is over it’s time to up the concern factor. Ear mites, fleas, and always fresh water available.

    Looking forward to the next installment.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Wayside Artist says:

    Kyrsten Sinema should takes lessons in reading the room from that cat. She knows how to work both sides of the street!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. scauburn79 says:

    What a GREAT story…made even better by the master of story telling!

    Hope to see y’all again soon


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    • THANKS so much, War Eagle Nan! You know I love to spin a yarn for you – especially a true one!
      We’d love to see you again soon, too – hm…I’ve started saving my money again to pay you when I lose. 🙂


  4. You’ve got to hand it to them, cats know how to play humans like pros 😀

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  5. Luanne says:

    Hehe. Kitties do what they gotta do. I hope she’s spayed so she doesn’t have little kitties.

    Liked by 1 person

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