Morris The Cat
This morning my friend told me that a stray cat was under her house. They didn't know it was there until she heard several "Meow's" and she had to coax the cat from under the house. That reminded me of when I used to have a stray cat too. Around 30 years ago or so I used to live in this little city and in this little city was a little cat that got left behind when his owner moved.
The owner of the cat lived about five or six houses down from me and she had a son that was close to my age and a daughter who was a few years older and had gotten married and moved out. I was in my teens back then and we had a small dog about the size of a cat. So, one day the woman told us she was getting evicted and had to move. She lost her job and couldn't afford the rent and was going to stay with her daughter until she found a place. So, after the last load was loaded on the moving truck she waved as she passed our house and that was that. I really didn't think anything more about it until one day, about three days later I heard a "Meow" at the back door. I opened the door and there was her cat. I named him Morris because he looked like Morris the cat from the TV commericals. At first the cat looked at me like I was nuts calling him that and after a while he came when I called him Morris. I fed him and talked to him and played with him and he would eat, play and talk back and then leave and come back the next day to repeat. This went on for years. Over those years, my first nephew was born and Morris had even let him play with him when he was a toddler. My nephew soon learned to talk and called him Morris too.
Then one day Morris didn't come when I called him at the usual time he would come to breakfast. I looked and called him and looked for him again and formed a small search party of about 4 people to help me look for him. We didn't find him that day or the next day or the day after that. Then one day I was playing ball with my then 3 yr old nephew and his ball rolled under the house. That is when I saw Morris. At first I thought he was sleeping until I touched him and he was stiff and not sleeping. Morris sadly had passed away. He was pretty old though and I guess it was just his time to go. I cried all that day and some of that night too.
Morris had become my cat and I had come to love that stray cat as much as if I had him from day one. I will always remember Morris he was the only cat I have ever had the blessing to know close up.
Whenever I see an orange cat with white stripes I think of my beloved Morris the cat. Morris the cool cat.
The owner of the cat lived about five or six houses down from me and she had a son that was close to my age and a daughter who was a few years older and had gotten married and moved out. I was in my teens back then and we had a small dog about the size of a cat. So, one day the woman told us she was getting evicted and had to move. She lost her job and couldn't afford the rent and was going to stay with her daughter until she found a place. So, after the last load was loaded on the moving truck she waved as she passed our house and that was that. I really didn't think anything more about it until one day, about three days later I heard a "Meow" at the back door. I opened the door and there was her cat. I named him Morris because he looked like Morris the cat from the TV commericals. At first the cat looked at me like I was nuts calling him that and after a while he came when I called him Morris. I fed him and talked to him and played with him and he would eat, play and talk back and then leave and come back the next day to repeat. This went on for years. Over those years, my first nephew was born and Morris had even let him play with him when he was a toddler. My nephew soon learned to talk and called him Morris too.
Then one day Morris didn't come when I called him at the usual time he would come to breakfast. I looked and called him and looked for him again and formed a small search party of about 4 people to help me look for him. We didn't find him that day or the next day or the day after that. Then one day I was playing ball with my then 3 yr old nephew and his ball rolled under the house. That is when I saw Morris. At first I thought he was sleeping until I touched him and he was stiff and not sleeping. Morris sadly had passed away. He was pretty old though and I guess it was just his time to go. I cried all that day and some of that night too.
Morris had become my cat and I had come to love that stray cat as much as if I had him from day one. I will always remember Morris he was the only cat I have ever had the blessing to know close up.
Whenever I see an orange cat with white stripes I think of my beloved Morris the cat. Morris the cool cat.
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