The Family Cats: #01

My parents' house had quite a long driveway; and, when I would come home from school, Kipper would come running up to me to meet me halfway down the drive – meowing all the way as if to say "you're home! you're home!" When we finally met, Kipper would walk all around and in between my legs and would make sure I was caught up with all the daily gossip.

"meowmeowmeowmeowmeow! meowmeowmeow!"

Which I, obviously, understood as:

"Ugh! You would not believe what that nasty cat from the Taylor household did today – she tried to claim some of our garden for herself. Well. I chased her off, alright. And that new dog next door is making a terrible racket. Keeps howling and wheezing at every passer-by saying "Oh, oh please play with me – please" sounding like some old broken chew toy…"

Once I had been caught up on all the important goings-on of the day, it was time for belly rubs. Kipper would flop on the ground, rolling from left to right expectantly awaiting a well-deserved petting after a hard day of work. And, of course, who could resist?