Memoirs of a Feral Cat

21 that can only jump in circles.” “Mangy feral,” she hissed back. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” “Yes, I do. A fake cat. A wannabe with bendy ears. Come up here, Wannabe, and face me.” She fixed her gaze on me. “I don’t listen to other four-leggers, especially dirty ferals. Do us all a favor and get lost.” She was getting on my nerves, plus there was something creepy about a cat that cavorted with canines. I sat silent watching the two. The barker continued its crazy dance and Bendy Ears stood, giving me the evil eye. I was hungry and bored and thinking about scooting along the fence to see where it would take me when I heard a yell from down the street. A two-legger stomped up, waving its upper extremities. As it got closer, the dog stopped jumping and just barked, looking from me to the two-legger. Dark, confined enclosures and a painful stomach came to my mind as the two-legger approached, and I took that as my cue to leave. I scurried along the fence which took me behind a house. A quick look back showed I was alone. I climbed down onto another street and took off, far from the offending party. The hunger pangs came back and I sighed thinking about that mouse, so close to being my dinner. I walked up the street in search of a promising garden. “Hello, little mouse. The nice, big cat is coming to eat you.”