Ladywriter and the furry visitor

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Ladywriter felt something tapping her nose. Something—furry?

Her eyes flew open. A pair of sea green eyes were gazing down at her.

“Mother . . . wakie, wakie.”

LW’s mouth dropped open. Not only was her SND cat Puddie standing on her chest, looking as fluffy and gorgeous and diva-like as ever, she was also—

Talking. You can talk now, Puddie?”

Puddie gave a twitch of her gloriously plume-like tail. “One of the perks of achieving So Not Dead status, it seems. Now I don’t have that wimpy little meow, as you used to refer to it, Mother dear.”

Puddie gave a somewhat disdainful sniff of her dainty little pink nose and twitched her tail once more. That sniff reminded LW of somebody . . .

“Wow, Puddie . . . you sound like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Scarlett O’Hara. Sort of breathy, sexy and softly southern all at the same time.”

Puddie licked her paw and began to wash her face. “It’s the voice you always imagined me having, remember? If I had been able to speak before I crossed over, of course.”

LW nodded slowly. She was feeling slightly addle-pated, to be perfectly honest.

“So, let me get this straight—when Thumper and Callie cross over, Thumper will sound like a female version of Peter Lorre playing a mad scientist plotting to take over the world, and Callie will sound like–”

“Yep,” Puddie interrupted. “A flighty teenager hyped up on too much Red Bull.”

Ladywriter grinned. She’d always carried on conversations with her pets, but they did tend to be a trifle one-sided.

“Cool!”

Puddie settled down on LW’s chest. She still put out some serious BTUs (Beauteous Tabby Units) and she still had her lush V-8 Caddy purr. LW could have done without the warmth (it was, after all, Alabama in August) but she was truly glad to hear that deliciously smooth purr.  She would love to have a car with an engine that purred so deliciously.

“Gizzy thought you’d be pleased. About me having a voice.”

LW raised her eyebrows. “Oh, Gizzy, is it? Are you getting chummy with the Dark Knight?”

Puddie smiled (cats can and do smile; they just don’t show their teeth like those silly dogs) and gave a slight incline of her pretty head.

“He’s been lovely. He gets me my own bowls of Chocolate Moo-llineum Crunch to enjoy. Another perk of being SND. I can eat as much Blue Bell ice cream as I like—including chocolate!—and never get sick or gain an ounce.”

Puddie was so smug, she now looked just like the cat that swallowed the canary.

“Sounds as if Sir Guy is spoiling you rotten—well, rottener.

Puddie blinked. “Well, you did it first, you know.”

Ladywriter stroked Puddie’s fur—oh, how soft and luxuriant it was once more!—and shrugged. “Yes, I suppose I did.” She paused. “Thumper really misses you, Puddie.”

“Really?  She was always up for a good cuddle, weird kitty that she was . . .” Puddie gave a small sigh. “So—she really does miss me?” There was a certain wistfulness in her voice now.

Ladywriter nodded. “Yep. She’s been crawling into bed with me on a regular basis, looking for a cuddle. You know that isn’t typical.”

Puddie smiled. “Too true. Wait until winter. She’ll be glued to you, Mother.”

LW chuckled. “Yeah. Guess it will help cut down on the electric bill, though.”

“Puddie . . .” A certain deep, dark chocolate voice called out.

The kitty’s eyes brightened and she stood up and stretched.

“That’s Gizzy. He’s going to make us banana splits.”

Puddie butted her LW’s face with her head, rubbing her cheek against her mother’s.

“I love you, Mother,” she whispered and then bounded out the door,  plume-like tail held high, plenty of spring in those four fuzzy paws once again.

LW felt something suspiciously like a tear rolling down her cheek.  “I love you, too, you big ol’ fuzzy cat, you,” she whispered.

She heard an odd scrabbling sound. A black and white head popped up, bright green eyes goggling at her, and a rotund body hurled itself clumsily onto the bed.

LW smiled and crooked her finger. “Come here, you weird kitty, and get some lovin’.”

Thumper, the three-legged tuxedo cat, was only too glad to oblige.

Sometimes, you just have to lean on each other.

About fedoralady

I'm an LA native--Lower Alabama, that is. My husband of more than 30 years and I live here on a portion of my family's former farm with two gorgeous calicos and a handsome GSD mix. My background is art education, and over the years I've been a teacher, department store photographer, sales associate and a journalist. My husband, his business partner and I have Pecan Ridge Productions, a video production company, for which I shoot & edit video and stills and manage marketing. I also still write part-time for the local paper. I love movies, music, art, photography and books, and my tastes in all of them are eclectic.

27 responses »

  1. Awww. I have tears in my eyes…! But isn’t it nice to know that Puddie is being spoiled “rottener” by Sir Guy? You must miss Puddie very much…

  2. It was lovely, Angie!..BTW, dogs aren’t silly…they are just little naive an gullible….just like a certain black knight.;)

    • Oh, I love dogs, too. But my CATS think they are silly. And they want everyone to know that felines smile, too. Oh, poor Gizzy. His naivety and gullibility just made my heart weep for him at times. I think I may have to give him a big hug.

        • Yes, Gizzy is very fond of Puddie because, after all, she did do him a great favor in my fanfic. 😉 And she knows a gorgeous big ol’ cat when she sees one. Thumper says “Cats rule, dogs drool. LOL

  3. Do you ever play the game of, if our cats were actors or film characters, who would they be? Rupert, our stunning silver and white tabby with huge green kohl-rimmed eyes (yep, Guyliner) is Robert Pattinson: beautiful, and a bit tragic. Reggie our ginger tabby is Jason Bourne: big, athletic, muscular, arrogant, opportunistic, daring but behind the swagger very sweet and ridiculously gentle.

    If they had voices, Rupert would be a 1930s Oxford Don, soft, low and frightfully cultured. Reggie would be Saath London, “aw-righ’ ma’e?” (As in South London, alright mate…)

    • That’s what I’ve been doing, actually. Dear Thumper can have a positively maniacal look at times that reminds me of Peter Lorre, one of my fav character actors. Puddie has the haughtiness and gorgeous green eyes of Scarlett O’Hara . . . Callie–I haven’t given her a specific character or actress yet. Just this giddy, coltish adolescent female with way too much energy sometimes. 😉 I love all the “alter egos” you have chosen for your kitties.

  4. Wiping a tear while keeping a grin on my face. I can relate to loving and loosing special furry friends. And how can it get any better than being spoiled by Sir Guy!

  5. I’m so glad Puddie came back for a visit now that she’s SND. I can just see her enjoying a banana split with Guy. Just lovely…

  6. Ohhh, I’m tearing up, too! I’m remembering all of my little friends who’ve gone over to the SND zone! Hugs to all the kitties and their families! Now I’m going to get Buddy. (He’s sitting here waiting patiently for me to get off of this machine.)

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