all cat adventures point to Pretty

If the Jeopardy question was who loves to rescue people, animals, random family castaway treasures – the correct answer would be who is Pretty?

If the Jeopardy question was what particular super Cat Sleuth solved the mystery of the Bully Cat’s permanent stomping grounds weeks ago – the correct answer would be who is Pretty?

Bully Cat’s crib – one block south of our house

Yes, Pretty observed with her cat detective skills several weeks ago that we have neighbors a block down the street from our house (the opposite direction of Neighbor John’s cat condo) who regularly leave their garage door open at night…just enough for a cat to scoot under. She suggested that cat might be Bully Cat since I mentioned I saw him occasionally in the vicinity of the open garage door on my morning walks. Aha.

Today I spied Bully Cat hustling toward the garage door

My last view of BC was his tail as he made himself little to slide under it.

However, 15 minutes later when I finished my walk he mysteriously appeared in front of our house, gave me a wary stare and then looked longingly toward our carport – perhaps for Carport Kitty who never materialized.

Bully Cat was exploring my yard trash today

where in the world is Carport Kitty?

Not to worry. Although CK was nowhere to be seen when we came home from babysitting late this afternoon, Pretty called to me from the kitchen a few minutes later with the welcome words the cat is out here looking for you and her supper. I sprang into full meal preparation mode with her Fancy Feast chicken pate plus a generous helping of Meow Mix pellets. Yummy. She allowed a brief pet as I placed the bowl in front of her. Sigh.

I stood guard to protect her from undesirable interference from either Bully Cat or Yellow Cat now revealed to be the Orange Tabby.

Seriously. I stood outside in the cold carport guarding a cat’s dining experience for what seemed to be an interminable amount of time. My dogs eat their meals in 30 seconds, but this cat made a career of her dinner.

As for Pretty, she was safe and warm inside catching up on her Tweets, getting ready for tonight’s Jeopardy, perhaps plotting her next rescues. Thank goodness she rescued me.


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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6 Responses to all cat adventures point to Pretty

  1. Luanne says:

    LOL, yes! Cats take so long to eat! And then sometimes they take a long break and then expect the food to still be sitting there waiting for them. Glad you’re enjoying watching the cat adventures. They are very amusing!

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  2. Wayside Artist says:

    Be grateful, oh so grateful, you are treated with such contempt and condescension. If CP lived in the house, she would caterwaul like a … um … um … er … Cat! Yes, that’s it! She would caterwaul like a cat for her food. House lobbying starts a good two hours before scheduled feeding times. My much loved little black cat would stick her paw in my mouth to wake me up every morning. She lived well into her teens.

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    • Yes, it would be impossible to keep CK in the house on so many levels, but it’s hard on an Alarmist. She showed up on the doorstep at 6 am today which makes me wonder about the Cat Condo situation plus she just appeared again at noon with a wound in her side. Again, the Alarmist in me has all sorts of bells going off! I remember your “much loved little black cat.” I know you loved her and miss her still.

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      • Wayside Artist says:

        That would upset me too. I hate the worry you feel for outdoors cats. I looked after 2 old battlecat males some years ago, Dutch and Rumplepuss. They wouldn’t come near me, but appreciated the meals and insulated boxes provided for them. It made me sick with worry if they didn’t show up or turned up looking rough after a street fight.
        Keep us informed as always, Madam Alarmist.

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      • Looks like it takes an Alarmist to know an Alarmist! Who’s surprised??

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