correspondence 10/26/05

Dakota,
 
    I had a kitty companion, named Boo (pure black and only
8 1/2 pounds). He was a lot like your St. Sage. The only
difference is he didn't tear out the screens but he thought
he was as big as a tiger because he would fight anything
that came anywhere near where he
could see them.
    Our neighbor has a real big guy (the neighbor claimed he
was only 23 pounds but I think he might have been a couple
pounds more) named Squeaker. Boo would take him on every
time Squealer came through our place (he always lost but he
always tried).
    He used to wake me up at about 2:00am to go out and then
raise the dickens to come back in about 4:30am. I finally got
tired of that and put in a kitty door for him. He was a good
hunter though and sometimes I would wake up about 6:00am
and find him in my bedroom by the file cabinet eating a quail
he caught. Then I would have to clean up feathers and little
bits of bone and clean blood off the carpet.
    He used to have to go to the vet often because of infections
he'd get from fighting so I know what your Mom went through.
    It sounds like Velvet has a little streak of "mean" in her too.
Keep up the good reporting in your diaries they are very
interesting.
 
Larry
(Catmanwho)


Dear Catmanwho,

Mom told me that Sage was a mighty hunter, too :) I bet I
could be a good hunter if Mom would just let me go outside.
I think my other feline friends would be hunting enthusiasts,
also. Velvet and Phoebe are black and Mom is paranoid and
thinks crazy devil worshippers might torture us (she's even
afraid of mean kids, too).

Boo sounds like a great friend. I bet you miss him like Mom
misses Sage. Mom used to try and head Sage off when he
would try and bring her presents. He let soooo many mice
loose in the house that Dad had to set traps. He killed a
caboodle of mice and felt like he was some kind of Dr.
Death of mice.

Sage had a nemesis, like Boo's nemesis, Squeaker, that Mom
and Dad called the "lunchbox kitty". The lunchbox kitty's real
name was Ziggy and he lived 2 houses down. He was a huge,
fat tabby who's belly almost dragged on the ground. Sage only
weighed about 16 pounds and he and the lunchbox kitty would
get into horrible fights on the nextdoor neighbor's lawn.
Neither one could win and they'd lock down on each others'
heads. Doc told Mom that Sage was a dominant cat because all
of his abcesses would be on his head or shoulders. If Sage was
losing fights, the doc said that he'd have absesses on his bum.
The lunchbox kitty finally moved away to Park City.
Sage didn't get so many abcesses after that.

Thanks so much for sharing stories with me about your feline
friend. I enjoy very much hearing about Boo! I am so happy
that you like my diaries. Mom has put up a blog for me and you
can find it at:
http://www.dakotapixie-bob.blogspot.com.
She puts my fan mail up and will start including my
correspondence, too.

love,
Dakota, Pixie-Bob