Rebel Without a Cause
Hi everybody, this is Prey. Henry is sleeping and grandpa R is out driving around in the rain. He is ecstatic about the rain, but I am indifferent to it. He took a picture of our neighbor, Orangie, and so here he is. He sort of lives next door with an older lady who has a bunch of cats living upstairs. I heard she was something called a "recluse", whatever that is, but she loves cats, so she is okay with me. Grandpa likes her too, even though he hasn't actually seen her in over a year. Anyway, she feeds Orangie in her back yard, but R puts food out for him as well.
I don't know why, but none of us other kitties like Orangie. Not Henry or me, not the nice orange cat on the other side, and not Slickie or Blaze, who used to live here until last year (where did they go, anyway?). Just something about his attitude. Sometimes he comes up to our patio door looking for food and I throw myself at the glass screaming. Not at all like me. I think he finds that amusing, because he doesn't go away. My daughter Blaze, who is not much bigger than me, used to attack him like she was crazy. He would jump over the fence to get away from her. The funny thing is, I think he is the son of the father of my babies. Does that make us related? Maybe it's that whole inlaw thing.
There's just something about his freewheeling attitude that gets under my fur. Plus he scents everthing in sight. Sometimes he sneaks in the pet door into the kitchen and eats our food. Grandpa says he's just a poor young cat who lived in the alley too long and that we should all play nice. Whatever. Aren't you surprised that such a sweet pussycat as myself has these feelings? Next time I will tell you about my kittens.