Yesterday morning my friend Sally and I walked as usual. When we rounded the corner we heard insistent mewing coming from a nearby tree. We ignored it, and walked to the end of the road and back, about a mile. When we got back to the tree, we heard it again. We stopped and discovered a scared kitty in the tree, but he was way too high for the two of us to reach him. So we left him wailing at us.
Later another friend called and wanted to walk, so off we went again. And again, when we rounded the corner we heard the cat. He had moved down a bit, and we got him out of the tree. However, he cried as we left him on the corner by the tree and walked home.
Sally and I were up early and walked in spite of a little drizzle today, and who should be crying to see us? We petted him, and he decided he would accompany us on our walk. We we got back to his corner, he continued with us as though he belonged to us. All along a busy highway, he stayed right with us. When a truck came by, he ran for cover, but stayed away from traffic.
When we got to my house, he stayed as if he owned the place. As Sally put it, “Dogs have masters. Cats have staff.”
Mama and Scardy Kitties were not overjoyed to meet Mr. Parks. Neither was Kalev. She was scared to death of him, and he of her. Most importantly, V was not pleased. But Mr. Parks is adorable. He is loving and healthy. You can pick him up and cuddle, and he loves it.
So if you know who Mr. Parks really is, and want him back send me a comment or email.
He looks a lot like Scardy Kitty.
And Sally thinks he looks like Rosa Parks Kitty. We both fell in love with Mr. Parks. How about you?