To the average little boy or girl, Penny Marston’s cat was nothing more than an average pet. He was an average size, not too thin and certainly not too fat. He was an average orange, not the brilliant fiery color of autumn leaves, nor the dull shade that they turn just before falling off the trees. He licked his paws and washed his face in much the same way as any other tabby that washed its face with its paw and he liked to have that spot behind his left ear scratched by a human whenever he was not too busy eating or searching for a comfortable place to take a nap. Just like any other cat, he ate kibbles from a bowl, meowed for milk and hated to be wet.
To most everyone, there was not a single special thing about the cat that that had been abandoned in the cabbage farmer’s garbage can, but Penny Marston knew differently. Penny Marston knew that Cabbagehead Tigerpaw, her bestest friend in the whole wide world, was indeed special. Cabbage, as she lovingly called him when she was simply too tired to call him by his full name, had a birthmark. There was a perfect five-point star on the skin of his left front armpit.
Penny also knew that Cabbage’s front paws had six fingers with six claws. He purred in two tones and it reminded her of the doorbell’s ding-dong sound whenever Cabbage snuggled his face in the small of her throat and purr-purred his quiet growling noise. She knew that Cabbage often roamed her parent’s one hundred and sixty acres of farmland and always returned by 5:47pm, but none of those things made the little eight-year-old girl think that her orange tiger cat was extraordinary. Those things were only slightly out of the normal and she was quite certain that some other cat, either nearby or far away, might have similar qualities. Penny Marston knew that what made her little adopted friend special was something far more interesting and wonderful. Penny Marston knew that Cabbagehead Tigerpaw, the same bundle of fur that slept on her pillow every evening from the moment that they brought him home, was in fact, the most ruthless feline bounty hunter in Habardash County.
1 comment:
It's been a while since I've read your blog. I have been writing unstoppably for the past couple months. Your idea on basing my character on my blog posts has sent me in a majorly new direction. I'm loving it. I have truly enjoyed writing my blog...it is definately amazing how deep feelings can go on the events of daily life. And whomever invented the idea of being abstract and creative is a real genius because I couldnt live without either :D. Please keep reading my blog, I would love to have comments from more readers. Talk soon!! Love you!!
Post a Comment