Such fascinating felines!

By Benny Huckleberry as told to Liz Hoffmann | Sep 27, 2019

I’ve become a very friendly guy as I’ve matured; very different from that scared, shy little puppy at the shelter. My life has been good, and I’ve made a lot of friends. Some of them are humans, and some of them are dogs. But today I’d like to tell you about three other friends that I have. And while we couldn’t be more different, we’ve found a way to make it work! My special friends’ names are Bitsy, The Baby, and Mrs. Peel. And yup, you guessed it. They’re cats!

When I was a puppy and first arrived at my new home, they were already in residence. Initially, I was scared, since I really didn’t know what to make of these furry, quiet and mysterious creatures. I knew they weren’t dogs, but didn’t know what the heck they were. Their movements were so graceful, so steady and so deliberate. Even when they wagged their tails, it wasn’t like me, who just wags and wags with gusto so that my whole back end shakes. Oh no, they would twitch their tails, while the rest of their body remained still.

Even more unusual was that they only did it when they were upset or saw birds through the window. They also did all their indoor “pretend hunting” at night, and for the most part, slept during the day. Add to that the fact that they never barked, ever! They would cry instead, which my human told me was called a meow. I once tried to meow too, since I thought it might get me some biscuits, but I couldn’t. It seems dogs are only meant to bark, and cats are only meant to meow!

Anyway, up until I was about 2 years old, I believed that all cats were black. You see, all three of my kitty siblings are solid black. My human told me that she always adopts the kitties that no one wants, and that black cats are usually the last to get adopted. She said people think they are bad luck, but that in Ireland and England, the sight of a black cat is always considered good luck. She also told me that oftentimes around Halloween, shelters cannot adopt out black cats, since people will hurt them. This I don’t understand, and it makes me very sad. My kitty siblings are really great and my very good friends. They are real hunters and even though they never go outside, they’ve managed to bring my human a dead mouse or two on occasion. While I am not into that (and neither is she), we both know that they are trying their best to please her and earn their keep!

The three cats have different personalities. The two boys, Bitsy and The Baby, are very, very sweet and laid-back. I love to snuggle with them during the day, and even let The Baby lick my face. Mrs. Peel, on the other hand, while the most intelligent of the three, is a bit of trouble. She is so smart that she gets bored easily and becomes mischievous. She will rub up against me as sweet as sugar, and then, when I go to sniff her, she’ll pop me in the face! Thank goodness she never has her nails out – but still, it’s extremely rude. She clearly enjoys taunting me, since she does it whenever she can! But, regardless of Mrs. Peel’s indiscretions, I still love her. These kitties have taught me that it’s important to have all sorts of friends. Some friends that are like me, and some friends that are very different. With love and friendship, Benny H.

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