Taking The Cat's Side

I knew when I was writing about what a horrid thing Pumpkin did that I was going to hear from my cat loving friends. They are the same friends who have tried to shame me in the past to taking Pumpkin into my home. They tisk tisk at me and tell me what a wonderful cat I have and how I should love that cat soooo much. If they had a cat like that, they would have it inside. I've tried, but they won't take him.

My first response was from Crafting Ida. She lives where she has room for cats outside, and she loves those little animals. Crafting Ida wrote:

'So sorry about your Pumpkin Cat getting the cardinal....but I will bet that Cardinal teased your cat and that is the reason that he bit the dust! I know that anyone hates for pretty birds to get killed......but sometimes bad things just happen to those birds that do not stay high up in the tree and off the ground......
Do not be too hard on Poor Pumpkin......He thought that he was giving you a real treasure! Just think how hard he probably worked to get that bird........'

See! Crafting Ida was definitely on Pumpkin's side.

Then there was Jan. Jan really got carried away with her defense of Pumpkin. She is one of the tisk tiskers. This is what Jan wrote:

Okay, being both a bird lover and a cat lover is an affair of the heart! ( A rather turbulent one when a situation as yours occurs!)

I regret that the little bird had to give it's life. May he rest in peace and I am grateful that you gave him a proper burial.

A bird flew into our windshield the other day when we went to put out our Memorial Day flowers and my heart just sank. I felt so terrible because we would not have harmed that little bird for anything.

Now, in DEFENSE of little Pumpkin.............You know, he brought you the best of the best. Parrots are hard to find flying about in our community, and I feel certain he was after a bird of bright plumage to honor his mistress. (You do see that he didn't bring you a sparrow don't you?) I think he was quite proud and no doubt twitched his little tail EAST and WEST, EAST and WEST as he STRUTTED his way back to the porch, CONVINCED you would be pleased beyond measure at his offering!

Now, I would further like to remind you that I have grave doubts as to whether Frank Phillips balked at the dead offerings that his friends gave to him! Oh, no, rather he proudly had them mounted and DISPLAYED at Woolaroc! My gosh, there is every dead creature within one's fertile imagination hanging in that place! (Have you seen the two headed calf??? The shrunken heads...hummmmm?)

Let me just say this, do not look a gift horse (kitty) in the mouth because the next time that the "mouse and the motorcycle" goes tripping the light fan-dang-o" up your alley, Pumpkin may not feel compelled to snatch him!

I suggest you just bow or curtsy or whatever Pumpkin expects of you. Stroke his little feline head and then just lie through your teeth when you tell him what a wonderful little fellow he is, that he REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE, and that you simply ADORE the color red!!!

I'm thinking that pretty much says it all. There are some good points made. Certainly, my senses are far too fragile. I've been to Woolaroc and seen those wild game heads hanging around the walls. Those were some proud hunters. Fortunately, I don't have any of them hanging at my house.

Doesn't Jan just make you want to give Pumpkin a royal parade? Such a fine guy. Such a hunter. I'm so ungrateful. I don't deserve to have a cat. Now, there is a thought.