Tanada Tells a Tail (long)

Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All of
the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a story,
Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats on the
ship. Every year a lot of kittens without humans shipped aboard The Mouser.
"Please, please," the other kittens in the cabin mewed as well.

"Ok, come sit in a circle around me," Tanada. "First of all, why do we sit
in a circle of some sort when we are gathered? Yes Errol?"

"We sit in a circle so that we can keep watch in all directions. It is also
why we have the pregnant queens and kittens in the center of our defensive
formations," Errol purred. "Cap'n Pine Cone told me."

"Right, by being in a circle we have some one looking in every direction,"
Tanada acknowledged Errol's correct answer with a lick between his ears.
"Who is the most dangerous predator we have to fear?" She asked as she
looked at the ten kittens gathered around her. Cries of "Dogs, other cats,
bears, cars, and snakes," were offered by nine of the eager kits. Except
for one small scared little orange and white tom crouched on the outskirts
of the circle. His whiskers drooped in a woeful and pathetic face. His
green eyes were sad and his fur was ragged and slightly matted in spite of
the humans' best efforts to get the snarled fur off of him.

"Humans," he murmured. "Only humans would be that evil."

"I'm afraid you're right, Sherbet." Tanada looked sadly at him. "My story
is about how humans came to be both the saviors and bane of feline kind.
Can you stay to listen? It may help you in the future."

"I'll try, Miss Tanada. It won't be easy though," Sherbet whispered to her.
The entire cabin had become so quiet that all of the kittens had heard his
answer.

"Very well. Listen to me kits, as I tell a tail of your ancestors.

"Once all cats and kits were wild, living on what prey they could catch and
digging their dens out of the ground in the manner of foxes, badgers, and
other wild predators. Their life was hard and cruel and many cats never
made it through the cold times. While cats were predators, they were also
prey, being considered delicious by foxes, wolves, larger cats, and other
predators. Wild d-things were especially vicious and willing to live on a
diet of felines. Our lives were filled with terror as we lived from paw to
mouth with many of our members becoming dog food.

"Then dogs began to disappear from the forest. Our sages chanted to Bast
and asked the elders to tell them what was happening. There was no answer
at first. Then, one day, a little orange and white kitten saw something
from the shelter of a tree branch where he was hiding from a dog pack. He
waited until he was safe and hurried back to his clowder, shivering and
shaking in fear.

"The older cats purred and licked his fur until he was calm enough to tell
his story.

"It was terrible, he yowled. I was hiding on the branches of an acacia tree
while the d-things circled around underneath howling and barking at me. I
had dug in and was laughing at the d-things when a monster came running over
to the pack and grabbed one. It shouted something at it and the d-thing
backed away from the tree. It grabbed the d-thing by a vine around it's
neck and pulled it away. The d-thing complained and tried to join the other
d-things at the tree, but the monster wouldn't let it. It lead it away and
the other d-things followed them. I waited and tried to become part of the
branch, but I couldn't. The monster came back and tried to talk to me. I
cowered and it finally went away.

"It smelled like grain and mice and good things to eat, and I really wanted
to go with it, but I knew that I had to come back and tell you about it. I
am sorry, the kit mewed sadly.

"The clowder decided to have a paw of their best hunters track the monsters
from the tree that the kit had hidden in and see where they were and what
had happened to the d-things. The five hunters were gone for almost a
moon's worth of time. When they came back they told stories about the
monsters and how they lived. The monsters wore different colored not-fur,
kept d-things as hunting and herding companions, and had places with lots of
grain. Many mice and rats lived in the grain and the monsters were dismayed
by the destruction caused by the rodents. Some of the d-things would hunt
for the rodents, but the rodents were very good at hiding from the d-things.

"The clowders sent members to talk to each other about the monsters. They
discussed the meaning of the monsters for a long time before deciding to
keep an eye on the monsters and how they treated the d-things. Each clowder
kept two hunters watching the monsters, humans the monsters called
themselves, and learned more and more about them and the ways that they
lived. Many of the things the humans did were very cat like. They cared
for their young and liked to keep warm and fed. Some of the things the
humans did were strange and scary to the clowder. They used what they
called weapons to kill prey instead of their claws and teeth. Humans wore
not-fur and used water to keep themselves clean (and not very often at that)
rather than their paws and tongue. Some of the things humans did were
incomprehensible to the cats and caused much debate within the clowders.

"Then came the cold and starving time. The clowder huddled together to keep
warm in the snow. The dens were warm, but stuffy and sometimes cats would
die from the air going bad. Cave-ins happened on occasion, burying cats
alive. The clowder suffered.

"One day, the orange and white kitten, who'd grown up into one of the
clowder's best hunters, decided to range farther than usual in search of
prey for the clowder to eat. When he came close to the humans den he
smelled the scents of many rodents and knew there was enough food there to
keep his clowder fed through the cold times. As he crouched in the rocks
trying to think of the best way to get some of that mouth watering prey back
to his clowder, a darkness went over him and he found himself covered by
not-fur. He clawed at the not-fur and fought for his life. Something hit
his head and he didn't remember anything more.

"When the orange and white cat came too, he found himself in a place made of
sticks tied together with strips made out of fur. He tried to get out of
the place, but the strips were hard and dug into the sticks so that the cat
couldn't bite or claw through them. The noise he made attracted the
attention of the humans who came over to see what he was doing. In his
anger and fear he sprayed the sticks behind him, which caused the humans to
wrinkle their noses. One of the humans yelled at him and the other human
made the first human stop. Later, the first human came over, took him out
of the stick place and was going to hit him with a rock, but again the other
human stopped him. The first human left the human place, so the orange and
white cat was left with the other human, who touched him gently and fed him
part of the meat the other humans in the human place gave her.

"After a while, the orange and white cat felt comfortable with the human and
she let him out of the cage (as she called it) more and more. The cat was
smart and bided his time. After a moon or two, he escaped and went back to
his clowder with an amazing tail and as much prey as he could carry at one
time. It was the height of the starving time and the clowder was happy to
see their friend again, even though he smelled wrong. The prey he'd brought
was the most the clowder had seen in a long time.

"The orange and white cat told the clowder all about the human place he'd
lived in and how there was enough prey to feed the clowder through the
starving time and beyond. He urged the clowder to stay with the humans in
order to survive. The clowder gathered in debate for several days, but
couldn't agree on a course of action. Frustrated, the orange and white cat
left and went back to the human place. A few days later, other cats, most
of them pregnant queens, joined him. Most of the queens were tired of not
being able to feed their kits after the harsh winters. "Too many of my kits
have died," several queens moaned when asked by the toms why they'd left.
Some of the toms joined the queens, but not all of them. Not all of the
queens had joined either. Those who remained in their clowder valued their
freedom too much to give up to the humans.

"Not all the humans welcomed the cats to their dwellings. Most understood
how important the clowder was to keeping their food free of mice, rats, and
other vermin. Others did not. Unlike d-things, humans tended (and still
do) to have extreme opinions about cats. They either loved or hated them.
The cats were not stupid and tended to stay away from the bad humans, but
not all were safe from them. Some humans would kill any cats they found,
and some humans would watch and let them. Other humans would protect the
clowder as much as possible and we would revere them for the way they cared
for us. It never took us away from our independence though. We chose which
humans we loved and who we wanted to stay with. And so it is today."

Tanada finished her story with a lick to her paw and listened as the kits
commented on her tail. Sherbet shyly came up to her and asked if she
thought that any humans would want him some day.

"Sherbet, my clowder mates and I are all rescued from somewhere. Some day,
you may meet a human who will be just the human that you want and will want
you. Let us help you and you will see," Tanada said gently. "We love you
and want you to have a home with the best humans possible."

She tucked Sherbet gently between her paws as she lay down with the kittens
to nap. A tear ran down her fur to drop beside her on the deck of the
cabin.

Submitted on Tanada's behalf by.
Pam S.

Excellent Pam, really.
"tanadashoes" wrote in message
...
Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All
of the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a story,
Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats on the
ship. Every year a lot of kittens without humans shipped aboard The
Mouser. "Please, please," the other kittens in the cabin mewed as well.

"Ok, come sit in a circle around me," Tanada. "First of all, why do we
sit in a circle of some sort when we are gathered? Yes Errol?"

"We sit in a circle so that we can keep watch in all directions. It is
also why we have the pregnant queens and kittens in the center of our
defensive formations," Errol purred. "Cap'n Pine Cone told me."

"Right, by being in a circle we have some one looking in every direction,"
Tanada acknowledged Errol's correct answer with a lick between his ears.
"Who is the most dangerous predator we have to fear?" She asked as she
looked at the ten kittens gathered around her. Cries of "Dogs, other
cats, bears, cars, and snakes," were offered by nine of the eager kits.
Except for one small scared little orange and white tom crouched on the
outskirts of the circle. His whiskers drooped in a woeful and pathetic
face. His green eyes were sad and his fur was ragged and slightly matted
in spite of the humans' best efforts to get the snarled fur off of him.

"Humans," he murmured. "Only humans would be that evil."

"I'm afraid you're right, Sherbet." Tanada looked sadly at him. "My
story is about how humans came to be both the saviors and bane of feline
kind. Can you stay to listen? It may help you in the future."

"I'll try, Miss Tanada. It won't be easy though," Sherbet whispered to
her. The entire cabin had become so quiet that all of the kittens had
heard his answer.

"Very well. Listen to me kits, as I tell a tail of your ancestors.

"Once all cats and kits were wild, living on what prey they could catch
and digging their dens out of the ground in the manner of foxes, badgers,
and other wild predators. Their life was hard and cruel and many cats
never made it through the cold times. While cats were predators, they
were also prey, being considered delicious by foxes, wolves, larger cats,
and other predators. Wild d-things were especially vicious and willing to
live on a diet of felines. Our lives were filled with terror as we lived
from paw to mouth with many of our members becoming dog food.

"Then dogs began to disappear from the forest. Our sages chanted to Bast
and asked the elders to tell them what was happening. There was no answer
at first. Then, one day, a little orange and white kitten saw something
from the shelter of a tree branch where he was hiding from a dog pack. He
waited until he was safe and hurried back to his clowder, shivering and
shaking in fear.

"The older cats purred and licked his fur until he was calm enough to tell
his story.

"It was terrible, he yowled. I was hiding on the branches of an acacia
tree while the d-things circled around underneath howling and barking at
me. I had dug in and was laughing at the d-things when a monster came
running over to the pack and grabbed one. It shouted something at it and
the d-thing backed away from the tree. It grabbed the d-thing by a vine
around it's neck and pulled it away. The d-thing complained and tried to
join the other d-things at the tree, but the monster wouldn't let it. It
lead it away and the other d-things followed them. I waited and tried to
become part of the branch, but I couldn't. The monster came back and
tried to talk to me. I cowered and it finally went away.

"It smelled like grain and mice and good things to eat, and I really
wanted to go with it, but I knew that I had to come back and tell you
about it. I am sorry, the kit mewed sadly.

"The clowder decided to have a paw of their best hunters track the
monsters from the tree that the kit had hidden in and see where they were
and what had happened to the d-things. The five hunters were gone for
almost a moon's worth of time. When they came back they told stories
about the monsters and how they lived. The monsters wore different
colored not-fur, kept d-things as hunting and herding companions, and had
places with lots of grain. Many mice and rats lived in the grain and the
monsters were dismayed by the destruction caused by the rodents. Some of
the d-things would hunt for the rodents, but the rodents were very good at
hiding from the d-things.

"The clowders sent members to talk to each other about the monsters. They
discussed the meaning of the monsters for a long time before deciding to
keep an eye on the monsters and how they treated the d-things. Each
clowder kept two hunters watching the monsters, humans the monsters called
themselves, and learned more and more about them and the ways that they
lived. Many of the things the humans did were very cat like. They cared
for their young and liked to keep warm and fed. Some of the things the
humans did were strange and scary to the clowder. They used what they
called weapons to kill prey instead of their claws and teeth. Humans wore
not-fur and used water to keep themselves clean (and not very often at
that) rather than their paws and tongue. Some of the things humans did
were incomprehensible to the cats and caused much debate within the
clowders.

"Then came the cold and starving time. The clowder huddled together to
keep warm in the snow. The dens were warm, but stuffy and sometimes cats
would die from the air going bad. Cave-ins happened on occasion, burying
cats alive. The clowder suffered.

"One day, the orange and white kitten, who'd grown up into one of the
clowder's best hunters, decided to range farther than usual in search of
prey for the clowder to eat. When he came close to the humans den he
smelled the scents of many rodents and knew there was enough food there to
keep his clowder fed through the cold times. As he crouched in the rocks
trying to think of the best way to get some of that mouth watering prey
back to his clowder, a darkness went over him and he found himself covered
by not-fur. He clawed at the not-fur and fought for his life. Something
hit his head and he didn't remember anything more.

"When the orange and white cat came too, he found himself in a place made
of sticks tied together with strips made out of fur. He tried to get out
of the place, but the strips were hard and dug into the sticks so that the
cat couldn't bite or claw through them. The noise he made attracted the
attention of the humans who came over to see what he was doing. In his
anger and fear he sprayed the sticks behind him, which caused the humans
to wrinkle their noses. One of the humans yelled at him and the other
human made the first human stop. Later, the first human came over, took
him out of the stick place and was going to hit him with a rock, but again
the other human stopped him. The first human left the human place, so the
orange and white cat was left with the other human, who touched him
gently and fed him part of the meat the other humans in the human place
gave her.

"After a while, the orange and white cat felt comfortable with the human
and she let him out of the cage (as she called it) more and more. The cat
was smart and bided his time. After a moon or two, he escaped and went
back to his clowder with an amazing tail and as much prey as he could
carry at one time. It was the height of the starving time and the clowder
was happy to see their friend again, even though he smelled wrong. The
prey he'd brought was the most the clowder had seen in a long time.

"The orange and white cat told the clowder all about the human place he'd
lived in and how there was enough prey to feed the clowder through the
starving time and beyond. He urged the clowder to stay with the humans in
order to survive. The clowder gathered in debate for several days, but
couldn't agree on a course of action. Frustrated, the orange and white
cat left and went back to the human place. A few days later, other cats,
most of them pregnant queens, joined him. Most of the queens were tired
of not being able to feed their kits after the harsh winters. "Too many
of my kits have died," several queens moaned when asked by the toms why
they'd left. Some of the toms joined the queens, but not all of them. Not
all of the queens had joined either. Those who remained in their clowder
valued their freedom too much to give up to the humans.

"Not all the humans welcomed the cats to their dwellings. Most understood
how important the clowder was to keeping their food free of mice, rats,
and other vermin. Others did not. Unlike d-things, humans tended (and
still do) to have extreme opinions about cats. They either loved or hated
them. The cats were not stupid and tended to stay away from the bad
humans, but not all were safe from them. Some humans would kill any cats
they found, and some humans would watch and let them. Other humans would
protect the clowder as much as possible and we would revere them for the
way they cared for us. It never took us away from our independence
though. We chose which humans we loved and who we wanted to stay with.
And so it is today."

Tanada finished her story with a lick to her paw and listened as the kits
commented on her tail. Sherbet shyly came up to her and asked if she
thought that any humans would want him some day.

"Sherbet, my clowder mates and I are all rescued from somewhere. Some
day, you may meet a human who will be just the human that you want and
will want you. Let us help you and you will see," Tanada said gently.
"We love you and want you to have a home with the best humans possible."

She tucked Sherbet gently between her paws as she lay down with the
kittens to nap. A tear ran down her fur to drop beside her on the deck of
the cabin.

Submitted on Tanada's behalf by.
Pam S.

Mew, Thankx.

Tanada

"Granby" wrote in message
...
Excellent Pam, really.
"tanadashoes" wrote in message
...
Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All
of the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a
story, Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats
on the ship. Every year a lot of kittens without humans shipped aboard
The Mouser. "Please, please," the other kittens in the cabin mewed as
well.

"Ok, come sit in a circle around me," Tanada. "First of all, why do we
sit in a circle of some sort when we are gathered? Yes Errol?"

"We sit in a circle so that we can keep watch in all directions. It is
also why we have the pregnant queens and kittens in the center of our
defensive formations," Errol purred. "Cap'n Pine Cone told me."

"Right, by being in a circle we have some one looking in every
direction," Tanada acknowledged Errol's correct answer with a lick
between his ears. "Who is the most dangerous predator we have to fear?"
She asked as she looked at the ten kittens gathered around her. Cries of
"Dogs, other cats, bears, cars, and snakes," were offered by nine of the
eager kits. Except for one small scared little orange and white tom
crouched on the outskirts of the circle. His whiskers drooped in a
woeful and pathetic face. His green eyes were sad and his fur was ragged
and slightly matted in spite of the humans' best efforts to get the
snarled fur off of him.

"Humans," he murmured. "Only humans would be that evil."

"I'm afraid you're right, Sherbet." Tanada looked sadly at him. "My
story is about how humans came to be both the saviors and bane of feline
kind. Can you stay to listen? It may help you in the future."

"I'll try, Miss Tanada. It won't be easy though," Sherbet whispered to
her. The entire cabin had become so quiet that all of the kittens had
heard his answer.

"Very well. Listen to me kits, as I tell a tail of your ancestors.

"Once all cats and kits were wild, living on what prey they could catch
and digging their dens out of the ground in the manner of foxes, badgers,
and other wild predators. Their life was hard and cruel and many cats
never made it through the cold times. While cats were predators, they
were also prey, being considered delicious by foxes, wolves, larger cats,
and other predators. Wild d-things were especially vicious and willing
to live on a diet of felines. Our lives were filled with terror as we
lived from paw to mouth with many of our members becoming dog food.

"Then dogs began to disappear from the forest. Our sages chanted to Bast
and asked the elders to tell them what was happening. There was no
answer at first. Then, one day, a little orange and white kitten saw
something from the shelter of a tree branch where he was hiding from a
dog pack. He waited until he was safe and hurried back to his clowder,
shivering and shaking in fear.

"The older cats purred and licked his fur until he was calm enough to
tell his story.

"It was terrible, he yowled. I was hiding on the branches of an acacia
tree while the d-things circled around underneath howling and barking at
me. I had dug in and was laughing at the d-things when a monster came
running over to the pack and grabbed one. It shouted something at it and
the d-thing backed away from the tree. It grabbed the d-thing by a vine
around it's neck and pulled it away. The d-thing complained and tried to
join the other d-things at the tree, but the monster wouldn't let it. It
lead it away and the other d-things followed them. I waited and tried to
become part of the branch, but I couldn't. The monster came back and
tried to talk to me. I cowered and it finally went away.

"It smelled like grain and mice and good things to eat, and I really
wanted to go with it, but I knew that I had to come back and tell you
about it. I am sorry, the kit mewed sadly.

"The clowder decided to have a paw of their best hunters track the
monsters from the tree that the kit had hidden in and see where they were
and what had happened to the d-things. The five hunters were gone for
almost a moon's worth of time. When they came back they told stories
about the monsters and how they lived. The monsters wore different
colored not-fur, kept d-things as hunting and herding companions, and had
places with lots of grain. Many mice and rats lived in the grain and the
monsters were dismayed by the destruction caused by the rodents. Some of
the d-things would hunt for the rodents, but the rodents were very good
at hiding from the d-things.

"The clowders sent members to talk to each other about the monsters.
They discussed the meaning of the monsters for a long time before
deciding to keep an eye on the monsters and how they treated the
d-things. Each clowder kept two hunters watching the monsters, humans
the monsters called themselves, and learned more and more about them and
the ways that they lived. Many of the things the humans did were very
cat like. They cared for their young and liked to keep warm and fed.
Some of the things the humans did were strange and scary to the clowder.
They used what they called weapons to kill prey instead of their claws
and teeth. Humans wore not-fur and used water to keep themselves clean
(and not very often at that) rather than their paws and tongue. Some of
the things humans did were incomprehensible to the cats and caused much
debate within the clowders.

"Then came the cold and starving time. The clowder huddled together to
keep warm in the snow. The dens were warm, but stuffy and sometimes cats
would die from the air going bad. Cave-ins happened on occasion, burying
cats alive. The clowder suffered.

"One day, the orange and white kitten, who'd grown up into one of the
clowder's best hunters, decided to range farther than usual in search of
prey for the clowder to eat. When he came close to the humans den he
smelled the scents of many rodents and knew there was enough food there
to keep his clowder fed through the cold times. As he crouched in the
rocks trying to think of the best way to get some of that mouth watering
prey back to his clowder, a darkness went over him and he found himself
covered by not-fur. He clawed at the not-fur and fought for his life.
Something hit his head and he didn't remember anything more.

"When the orange and white cat came too, he found himself in a place made
of sticks tied together with strips made out of fur. He tried to get out
of the place, but the strips were hard and dug into the sticks so that
the cat couldn't bite or claw through them. The noise he made attracted
the attention of the humans who came over to see what he was doing. In
his anger and fear he sprayed the sticks behind him, which caused the
humans to wrinkle their noses. One of the humans yelled at him and the
other human made the first human stop. Later, the first human came over,
took him out of the stick place and was going to hit him with a rock, but
again the other human stopped him. The first human left the human place,
so the orange and white cat was left with the other human, who touched
him gently and fed him part of the meat the other humans in the human
place gave her.

"After a while, the orange and white cat felt comfortable with the human
and she let him out of the cage (as she called it) more and more. The
cat was smart and bided his time. After a moon or two, he escaped and
went back to his clowder with an amazing tail and as much prey as he
could carry at one time. It was the height of the starving time and the
clowder was happy to see their friend again, even though he smelled
wrong. The prey he'd brought was the most the clowder had seen in a long
time.

"The orange and white cat told the clowder all about the human place he'd
lived in and how there was enough prey to feed the clowder through the
starving time and beyond. He urged the clowder to stay with the humans
in order to survive. The clowder gathered in debate for several days,
but couldn't agree on a course of action. Frustrated, the orange and
white cat left and went back to the human place. A few days later, other
cats, most of them pregnant queens, joined him. Most of the queens were
tired of not being able to feed their kits after the harsh winters. "Too
many of my kits have died," several queens moaned when asked by the toms
why they'd left. Some of the toms joined the queens, but not all of them.
Not all of the queens had joined either. Those who remained in their
clowder valued their freedom too much to give up to the humans.

"Not all the humans welcomed the cats to their dwellings. Most
understood how important the clowder was to keeping their food free of
mice, rats, and other vermin. Others did not. Unlike d-things, humans
tended (and still do) to have extreme opinions about cats. They either
loved or hated them. The cats were not stupid and tended to stay away
from the bad humans, but not all were safe from them. Some humans would
kill any cats they found, and some humans would watch and let them.
Other humans would protect the clowder as much as possible and we would
revere them for the way they cared for us. It never took us away from
our independence though. We chose which humans we loved and who we
wanted to stay with. And so it is today."

Tanada finished her story with a lick to her paw and listened as the kits
commented on her tail. Sherbet shyly came up to her and asked if she
thought that any humans would want him some day.

"Sherbet, my clowder mates and I are all rescued from somewhere. Some
day, you may meet a human who will be just the human that you want and
will want you. Let us help you and you will see," Tanada said gently.
"We love you and want you to have a home with the best humans possible."

She tucked Sherbet gently between her paws as she lay down with the
kittens to nap. A tear ran down her fur to drop beside her on the deck
of the cabin.

Submitted on Tanada's behalf by.
Pam S.

On May 23, 5:15 pm, "tanadashoes" wrote:
Snipped a beautiful story
Pam S.

That was really, really wonderful.

--
Will in New Haven
"Never try to outstubborn a cat." - Robert Heinlein
"I am not stubborn, Mr. Heinlein, I am just in charge." - Feather

"tanadashoes" wrote:
Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All of
the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a story,
Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats on the
ship. Every year a lot of kittens without humans shipped aboard The Mouser.
"Please, please," the other kittens in the cabin mewed as well.

"Ok, come sit in a circle around me," Tanada. "First of all, why do we sit
in a circle of some sort when we are gathered? Yes Errol?"

Tanada is as good a storyteller as Dandelion in Watership Down!

On May 23, 2:15 pm, "tanadashoes" wrote:
Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All of
the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a story,
Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats on the
ship. Every year a lot of kittens without humans shipped aboard The Mouser.

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
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Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on
them. All of the kittens were restless and mewling their
boredom. "Tell us a story, Tanada, please," mewed the kitten
called Stripes by the other cats on the ship...

snip the story

It's very much like a "Just So" story as written by Rudyard
Kipling. I'm sure Pam could write a whole book. I'd buy it!

--
MatSav

*teleporter twinkles quietly*

Tiger emerges in from of the sleeping cat and kitten... little orange one,
every cat in my house was rescued in one way or another, some more dramatic
some less, there is a human who will love and revere you. Tiger leaves a
toy mouse and a bit of nip for the older cat...
tanadashoes wrote in message
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Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All
of
the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a story,
Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats on the
ship. Every year a lot of kittens without humans shipped aboard The
Mouser.
"Please, please," the other kittens in the cabin mewed as well.

"Ok, come sit in a circle around me," Tanada. "First of all, why do we
sit
in a circle of some sort when we are gathered? Yes Errol?"

"We sit in a circle so that we can keep watch in all directions. It is
also
why we have the pregnant queens and kittens in the center of our defensive
formations," Errol purred. "Cap'n Pine Cone told me."

"Right, by being in a circle we have some one looking in every direction,"
Tanada acknowledged Errol's correct answer with a lick between his ears.
"Who is the most dangerous predator we have to fear?" She asked as she
looked at the ten kittens gathered around her. Cries of "Dogs, other
cats,
bears, cars, and snakes," were offered by nine of the eager kits. Except
for one small scared little orange and white tom crouched on the outskirts
of the circle. His whiskers drooped in a woeful and pathetic face. His
green eyes were sad and his fur was ragged and slightly matted in spite of
the humans' best efforts to get the snarled fur off of him.

"Humans," he murmured. "Only humans would be that evil."

"I'm afraid you're right, Sherbet." Tanada looked sadly at him. "My
story
is about how humans came to be both the saviors and bane of feline kind.
Can you stay to listen? It may help you in the future."

"I'll try, Miss Tanada. It won't be easy though," Sherbet whispered to
her.
The entire cabin had become so quiet that all of the kittens had heard
his
answer.

"Very well. Listen to me kits, as I tell a tail of your ancestors.

"Once all cats and kits were wild, living on what prey they could catch
and
digging their dens out of the ground in the manner of foxes, badgers, and
other wild predators. Their life was hard and cruel and many cats never
made it through the cold times. While cats were predators, they were also
prey, being considered delicious by foxes, wolves, larger cats, and other
predators. Wild d-things were especially vicious and willing to live on a
diet of felines. Our lives were filled with terror as we lived from paw
to
mouth with many of our members becoming dog food.

"Then dogs began to disappear from the forest. Our sages chanted to Bast
and asked the elders to tell them what was happening. There was no answer
at first. Then, one day, a little orange and white kitten saw something
from the shelter of a tree branch where he was hiding from a dog pack. He
waited until he was safe and hurried back to his clowder, shivering and
shaking in fear.

"The older cats purred and licked his fur until he was calm enough to tell
his story.

"It was terrible, he yowled. I was hiding on the branches of an acacia
tree
while the d-things circled around underneath howling and barking at me. I
had dug in and was laughing at the d-things when a monster came running
over
to the pack and grabbed one. It shouted something at it and the d-thing
backed away from the tree. It grabbed the d-thing by a vine around it's
neck and pulled it away. The d-thing complained and tried to join the
other
d-things at the tree, but the monster wouldn't let it. It lead it away
and
the other d-things followed them. I waited and tried to become part of
the
branch, but I couldn't. The monster came back and tried to talk to me. I
cowered and it finally went away.

"It smelled like grain and mice and good things to eat, and I really
wanted
to go with it, but I knew that I had to come back and tell you about it.
I
am sorry, the kit mewed sadly.

"The clowder decided to have a paw of their best hunters track the
monsters
from the tree that the kit had hidden in and see where they were and what
had happened to the d-things. The five hunters were gone for almost a
moon's worth of time. When they came back they told stories about the
monsters and how they lived. The monsters wore different colored not-fur,
kept d-things as hunting and herding companions, and had places with lots
of
grain. Many mice and rats lived in the grain and the monsters were
dismayed
by the destruction caused by the rodents. Some of the d-things would hunt
for the rodents, but the rodents were very good at hiding from the
d-things.

"The clowders sent members to talk to each other about the monsters. They
discussed the meaning of the monsters for a long time before deciding to
keep an eye on the monsters and how they treated the d-things. Each
clowder
kept two hunters watching the monsters, humans the monsters called
themselves, and learned more and more about them and the ways that they
lived. Many of the things the humans did were very cat like. They cared
for their young and liked to keep warm and fed. Some of the things the
humans did were strange and scary to the clowder. They used what they
called weapons to kill prey instead of their claws and teeth. Humans wore
not-fur and used water to keep themselves clean (and not very often at
that)
rather than their paws and tongue. Some of the things humans did were
incomprehensible to the cats and caused much debate within the clowders.

"Then came the cold and starving time. The clowder huddled together to
keep
warm in the snow. The dens were warm, but stuffy and sometimes cats would
die from the air going bad. Cave-ins happened on occasion, burying cats
alive. The clowder suffered.

"One day, the orange and white kitten, who'd grown up into one of the
clowder's best hunters, decided to range farther than usual in search of
prey for the clowder to eat. When he came close to the humans den he
smelled the scents of many rodents and knew there was enough food there to
keep his clowder fed through the cold times. As he crouched in the rocks
trying to think of the best way to get some of that mouth watering prey
back
to his clowder, a darkness went over him and he found himself covered by
not-fur. He clawed at the not-fur and fought for his life. Something hit
his head and he didn't remember anything more.

"When the orange and white cat came too, he found himself in a place made
of
sticks tied together with strips made out of fur. He tried to get out of
the place, but the strips were hard and dug into the sticks so that the
cat
couldn't bite or claw through them. The noise he made attracted the
attention of the humans who came over to see what he was doing. In his
anger and fear he sprayed the sticks behind him, which caused the humans
to
wrinkle their noses. One of the humans yelled at him and the other human
made the first human stop. Later, the first human came over, took him out
of the stick place and was going to hit him with a rock, but again the
other
human stopped him. The first human left the human place, so the orange
and
white cat was left with the other human, who touched him gently and fed
him
part of the meat the other humans in the human place gave her.

"After a while, the orange and white cat felt comfortable with the human
and
she let him out of the cage (as she called it) more and more. The cat was
smart and bided his time. After a moon or two, he escaped and went back
to
his clowder with an amazing tail and as much prey as he could carry at one
time. It was the height of the starving time and the clowder was happy to
see their friend again, even though he smelled wrong. The prey he'd
brought
was the most the clowder had seen in a long time.

"The orange and white cat told the clowder all about the human place he'd
lived in and how there was enough prey to feed the clowder through the
starving time and beyond. He urged the clowder to stay with the humans in
order to survive. The clowder gathered in debate for several days, but
couldn't agree on a course of action. Frustrated, the orange and white
cat
left and went back to the human place. A few days later, other cats, most
of them pregnant queens, joined him. Most of the queens were tired of not
being able to feed their kits after the harsh winters. "Too many of my
kits
have died," several queens moaned when asked by the toms why they'd left.
Some of the toms joined the queens, but not all of them. Not all of the
queens had joined either. Those who remained in their clowder valued
their
freedom too much to give up to the humans.

"Not all the humans welcomed the cats to their dwellings. Most understood
how important the clowder was to keeping their food free of mice, rats,
and
other vermin. Others did not. Unlike d-things, humans tended (and still
do) to have extreme opinions about cats. They either loved or hated them.
The cats were not stupid and tended to stay away from the bad humans, but
not all were safe from them. Some humans would kill any cats they found,
and some humans would watch and let them. Other humans would protect the
clowder as much as possible and we would revere them for the way they
cared
for us. It never took us away from our independence though. We chose
which
humans we loved and who we wanted to stay with. And so it is today."

Tanada finished her story with a lick to her paw and listened as the kits
commented on her tail. Sherbet shyly came up to her and asked if she
thought that any humans would want him some day.

"Sherbet, my clowder mates and I are all rescued from somewhere. Some
day,
you may meet a human who will be just the human that you want and will
want
you. Let us help you and you will see," Tanada said gently. "We love you
and want you to have a home with the best humans possible."

She tucked Sherbet gently between her paws as she lay down with the
kittens
to nap. A tear ran down her fur to drop beside her on the deck of the
cabin.

Submitted on Tanada's behalf by.
Pam S.

Put me second on that "I would buy it" book list.
"MatSav" matthew | dot | savage | at | dsl | dot | pipex | dot | com wrote
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"tanadashoes" wrote in message
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Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All
of the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a
story, Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats
on the ship...

snip the story

It's very much like a "Just So" story as written by Rudyard Kipling. I'm
sure Pam could write a whole book. I'd buy it!

--
MatSav

"Takayuki" wrote in message
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"tanadashoes" wrote:
Two nights ago, Tanada stopped in the kitten cabin to check on them. All
of
the kittens were restless and mewling their boredom. "Tell us a story,
Tanada, please," mewed the kitten called Stripes by the other cats on the
ship. Every year a lot of kittens without humans shipped aboard The
Mouser.
"Please, please," the other kittens in the cabin mewed as well.

"Ok, come sit in a circle around me," Tanada. "First of all, why do we
sit
in a circle of some sort when we are gathered? Yes Errol?"

Tanada is as good a storyteller as Dandelion in Watership Down!

Tankx yew, Tak. My meowmie worked hard to get my purrs down right.

Tanada