Tabby Girl 2003

My mom has a beat-up old chest—I suppose all mothers do—that contains a trove of nostalgia: her wedding dress, my dad’s love letters, old photos, kid-stuff. For obvious reasons I was never allowed to explore its contents and all my life the thing has been talismanic of the sanctity of a woman’s memory-world. When I was young I’d happily explore her underwear drawer with all those secret things but to this day would never consider opening that trunk. She has looked through it with me—once, long ago. So far as I know she gets into that special mood about once a decade. Not too long ago she did and when I came to visit last time had an item from the green chest that she handed to me without explanation but with an enigmatic smile. It was a shirt-pocket sized spiral-bound notepad that cost a dime in 1966. The first six pages were covered on one side with a child’s crude printing—mine—and it proved to be an essay about my beloved kitties. I had no memory of writing it but this was no school project and is possibly the first literary effort of an eight-year-old boy, a third-grader….

My cat tabby is going to have kittens. She will have to Mate first. But when she dos’e there will be alot of kittens. But I will start at the begaining.

Tabby Girl

One day a girl named Carry Martin had this little kitten. I saw it and asked if I could show it to my mom and dad. She said yes because her mother hated cats. So I took it home. My family said she was beutiful and so did I. She start purring and climbing on us. We petted it and it purred louder and louder and she climbed like mad. We wished we could keep her so much we could not stop playing with her. In the morning I went out side and there was the cat! And every morning she came and we broght her in the house every morning. We fed her milk and kracker too! Fineily we started feeding her with rascle and Smoky. So we kept her because we could not get rid of her. So one night we came together and named her  We called her all kinds of names. But they dild not fit. So I said: How about tabby every body said it was a good name so that was how tabby got a name. Well ever since tabb has got fun and exitment with Dogs and rascle, butterflys, birds, grass hoppers, people, bugs, and all kinds of things. Tabby is very kind unless people bother her. Because tabby gets scared. Most people get tabby and hurt her so in self Defins she scratshes them. Tabby should not do it but she has to. Some people hate cats and try to kill them. That’s what I prevint because I’m a cat lover. I go krazy about cats. But now we get to the good part. Now tabby is going to have kittens. About a mounth ago tabby had a sighn of getting kittens now in about a mounth she will have them. Tabby has started to mate. As soon as she has kittens the start nurseing. That is not far from now but tabby is a great cat and now I can hardly wait  tabby will as other cats have them in a secret place, and she will have her kittens then. This is all I know yet about tabby.                                                                                                                          

15 Sep 2003, 6 Dec 2012

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