My Journeys

Catskills 4

      My supporting staff and paticularly its female members were against me messing with black and white animals that produced nasty smells at will but I didn't know this until it was too late. Anyway the result was this:
      "Aaaaaaaaah!" One of the female humans screeched as I jumped on her lap.
      "What now?" A male this time.
      "The cat's skunked!"
      "Skunked?"
      "Yes."
      "Oh rats!"
      I pricked up my ears upon hearing the name of my enemy but it had only been an exclamation.
      "I think this cat's had enough nature."
      How very true, I thought.
      "Let's send him back then."
      Wait a second... who are you to be talking? I'm the one who makes decisions around here, I added mentally to the conversation.
      "Okay. I have to go back tomorrow afternoon, anyway."
      So that was it? Only three days? Then I was going to enjoy my next and last day in Our Skills to the fullest. Decision made, I searched the house until I found an open window. It was dark outside but to a cat no darkness was total. A couple of large shapes stood outside. They resembled the pictures of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer or Elk travel in large groups, sometimes numbering up to 50,000 animals. Both of these are cumbersome names for these things so I had my suspicions (In fact they were White-Tailed deer). I jumped down from the window sill and approached. A small one, only two feet high, sniffed me and put down his sharp hoof on my tail. In agony I ripped at him and scratched his nose. The ignorant beast called for its mother with noises that signified the presence of a foghorn in the animal's ancestry. Angry bellowing followed me as I ran like...like a very fast thing. Nature: awful, bloody, horrible...natural...deadly. The deer wisely decided not to follow me into the village.
      Anyway, I got to where I wanted to go. Other cats weren't hard to find. I fought Cancan first and won, then Johnson and won, then Cutie and won, then someone threw a shoe at me and then Fluffy beat me for despite his name, the cat's a killer. After that I sneaked after a couple of females who hissed at me and drove me off. Soon I was dog-, well more sort of cat-, tired. And then Nature struck again.
       It flew quietly and purposefully through the air, a swooping sound just on the edge of hearing, a shadow just on the edge of vision.
       "There's an owl up there! A bloody owl!" One of the cats yelled. Automatically we all jumped into the gutters.
       "It's got me! Help!" That was Larry.
       "Hold on." I yelled as Larry flew, struggling, a few feet away. I jumped towards him and sunk my teeth into something.
       "Aaaaaargh!" Yelled Larry. Oops. I changed my grip and bit again. This time it was the owl who screeched. It let go. I was under Larry when we landed. I kicked him off of me and raced home.
       I had had enough of Nature. Everywhere I had turned, there would be something, usually mean and nasty, first a wild cat, then a beaver, then a snake,  then a skunk, then a deer and finally an owl. That was it. I was going home.
The End
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