Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in psychology.
The Yellow Cat
The yellow cat is semi autobiographical. The cat and the situation of finding the cat are the truth...the rest is fictional. As a child I brought a lot of cats home. Some of the relationships with my adopted felines did not work out so well others lasted for years. This story is based on one which did not work out well. it is about an angry little tomcat who was not very sociable with people other than me.
Once upon a time there was a young boy named Willy who was 9 years old and lived in the far off land of Saskatoon. While walking home from school one day, a bright yellow cat jumped out from behind a bush and tackled Willy to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help,
Willy realized that the yellow cat was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Willy decided to keep the yellow cat as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet yellow cat "Magette
When Willy and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Willy 's mother, Mildred and boy was she surprised to see a yellow cat following Willy into the yard.
"What in world is that?" shouted Mildred
"It's a magical yellow cat," answered Willy.
”Dah, I can see that, Willy, but what on earth is it doing here?" said Mildred.
"It's my new pet!" answered Willy. "Oh you think so do you?" remarked Mildred.
"I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates magical yellow cats ever since the incident with the last magical yellow cat your brought home. You know the one that turned your father into a bowl of cat food then tried to eat him. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home."
And with that Willy grabbed Magette by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house -- even though he knew his father was probably going to disapprove.
Once in the house, Willy and Magette played and played, that is until Willy 's favorite television show, "Wee Willie Walrus," started. At that point Willy forgot all about Magette having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through "Wee Willie Walrus," when Willy was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout in a combination of rage and fear " Willy! Get your butt in the bedroom...NOW!!" With that Willy rushed into the bedroom to see what all the fuss was about.
When he entered the bedroom, there stood his father, Earl, pointing toward the bed.
“Will someone please explain that?" asked his father. Then, as Willy followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the bed, was the biggest pile of cat doo-doo he had ever seen! In the middle of the biggest litter box he had ever seen "I don't EVEN want to know how that littler box got there," said Earl. "But you had better get ny bed back here as soon as possible! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!"
Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Willy knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Magette for a pet. So without hesitation, Willy set out to find where Magette was hiding.
After a few minutes of looking, Willy discovered Magette crouched beneath the table that Willy did his writing on. "Come on, Magette, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed with the bed!" scolded Willy. "Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet cat!! And with that Willy led Magette out of the house and down to the local Wal-Mart.
Wal-Mart had a magical pet section and Willy knew the owner would find Magette a good home. So after saying good-bye to Magette, and thanking the owner of Wal-Mart, Willy walked backed home and attempted to drown his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen sodas. But Willy 's pity party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean up, Willy suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on.
© 2020 Timothy Whitt