I’m watching Master Jerry eat his morning breakfast: toast, oatmeal, and coffee. I’m a cat I don’t care for any of that stuff. Why doesn’t he eat what I like? You know chicken flavored kibbles and canned tuna straight out of the can, which is quite tasty, though a bit boring. That’s why I like to hunt mice, flies, birds, and anything else I can pounce on and sink my highly sharpened claws.
Oh, forgive my rudeness, I’m Tommy. The bird isn’t paying me any attention, so I can do this while he’s not looking. I’m now ten months old and something of a young adult, though I still feel more like a kitten than an adult cat. I guess in time I will settle down and act my age, though that doesn’t sound like much fun. I still enjoy taking naps though. I do miss Cato. I learned a lot from him and his hunting prowess.
Speaking of hunting, the other adults that live on our property, the man named Nic, and the female human named Emely came home the other day just as Master Jerry did from his job. I still don’t understand what that word even means but he’s gone most of the day is all I know.
Anyway, back to this story because it is very fascinating to say the least. They came home and opened the garage door. He went inside moving things around and she moved this contraption; he called it a cherry picker. It’s wheeled and on a horizontal stand, with a vertical arm and some mechanism that makes it move up and down. She then moves this cherry picker contraption to the back the pickup truck that I Like to sleep on top of the hood during the heat of day.
Master Jerry busies himself with filling the trailer’s water tank, and doesn’t seem all that interested, but I am. I smell meat! So I decide to watch these two humans. He gets on the back of the truck and removes a tarp and throws it on the ground. The smell is stronger now.
She has gone and brought a hose back, with a nozzle that she attached to the hose, sprays once and appeared satisfied.
“What are you looking at?” Master Jerry asked me while he turns on another water faucet. I ignored his question. I’m now fully engrossed in this activity going on in front of me. I’m smelling fresh meat and he’s asking me a stupid question!
Those two humans have attached a pair of legs to this cherry picker and pulled the whole dead and wonderful smelling creature out the truck’s bed. My mouth salivated when this creature came out in its full, dead glory! What is that? I’m standing nearly vertically on my hind legs as I watch them move this dead creature into the garage.
“That’s a deer,” Master Jerry pointed out to me. A deer? How can they get a deer? And why haven’t you gone out and brought one of those home too? The unfairness of it all! It is big that’s for sure. He’s more than I could handle. I have heard that I have a couple cousins who are big enough to take one like that down.
Maybe Master Jerry is too old to go and get one of those deer. That must be it! That and the fact he doesn’t walk well, and his left hand isn’t working well either probably requires more strength than he can handle.
I’ll just go inside and eat my kibbles and dream of having one of those deer for dinner one day.
Jerry Schellhammer 