Tweety Bird said I Tawt I taw a Puddy Tat…


Pretty’s cryptic text read thank you for sharing this horror. She was referring to my photo of the victim in the tale, the deceased bright red cardinal lying in state at that very moment on the lid of our city of West Columbia green trash roll cart.

Carport Kitty – the picture of innocence

Bully Cat leaving the scene.

Guilty until proven innocent!

I caught a glimpse of Bully Cat and a black cat racing past the carport when I opened the kitchen door that afternoon. Not an unusual sight for me since I regularly guarded Carport Kitty’s food bowl from her scavenging enemies or conniving conspiratorial friends. I’ve never figured out which category they belonged to; but I knew BC and company looked bigger, younger, stronger, more well fed while CK remained frail regardless of her food intake.

When I accidentally discovered the remains of the cardinal in the yard a few minutes later, I thought well what did you expect? This is the cycle of the animal kingdom which you have invited into your family. Sigh. I picked the little fellow up, gently placed him on the lid of the roll cart, took a photo for posterity and sent it to Pretty who was properly horrified. Misery loves company.

Pretty and I both agreed Carport Kitty couldn’t have been the culprit. Surely she was much too old and slow with her weak back legs to catch anything. Which left us with You Know Who to accuse.

…and then Tweety Bird said I did, I 100% did taw a puddy tat.

The End.

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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7 Responses to Tweety Bird said I Tawt I taw a Puddy Tat…

  1. Wayside Artist says:

    Poppy in her youth was a bird slaughtering beast. It’s hard to see our animal companions as stone cold killers. Let me drop a deus ex machina into this drama and blame some unseen hawk.

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    • Chelsea was also a bird killer, but I forgave her because I didn’t think she was especially bright. I think she expected them to somehow fly away.
      The unseen hawk is a good one. I’m sure Bully Cat will use that as his first line of defense.
      I told Pretty this morning that God’s eye may be on the sparrows, but He’s clearly dropped the ball on cardinals. Am I right?

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  2. Oh dear, is sadly is a fact of life when cats are around 😦 We agree with your deductions though 😉

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