Allison's Cat

 It was a warm spring day and Allison was sulking under her favorite
tree.  She was sad and lonely because her best friend, Logan had moved away.
As she was there, thinking about nothing in particular, she heard her father
call her from the house.  She dragged herself to the house, in no real
hurry, and saw her dad standing next to the table.  On the table was a box
with dime sized holes cut into the sides.  He smiled at her.               
"I know you’ve been lonely, Allison, "he said, "and so I got you a surprise." 
Allison looked at the box.  "What is it?" she asked.                  Her
father grinned even wider.  "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise."
   Allison looked at the box for a moment, then moved over to the table and
opened it.  Inside was a cat.  Yes it was a cat...but it looked strange.
Allison couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange about this cat
when suddenly she got it and blurted out "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS TAIL?"
   Her father grinned.  "It's a Manx Cat.  They don't have tails."
   "What?  Why not?"
   "No one knows,” her father said.
   She took her weird cat out to play and soon found him to be a good
playmate.  She named him "Logan".
   Later that night she was in bed.  Logan was lying next to her and was
purring as she stroked his long fur.   Absently she said,” I wish you could
tell me why you have no tail."
   Logan lifted his head and looked at her.  Then he closed his eyes as if
he was displeased for a moment then opened them.
   "Do you really want to know?" he asked.
   Allison sat bolt upright in bed and as her eyebrows skyrocketed her mouth
went slack.
   "Do you really want to know why we have no tails?" the cat repeated.
   Allison didn't say anything, just nodded her head.
   "Well," began the cat,” it is a long story and started just after the
Creator told Father Noah to build an ark..."
 Allison interrupted.  "Who is Father Noah and what's an ark?"
   The cat looked slightly annoyed.  "Father Noah was the builder of the
ark.  In the old days if you were respected, people called you father even
if you weren't their father.  An ark is a huge boat.  Now can I finish the
story, or do you want to keep asking me stupid questions?  Human speech isn't
that easy for us animals, you know?"
   "Sorry."
   "Anyhow,” continued the cat,” Father Noah was to build the ark, which he
did, and then was to gather to of every animal into the ark and they were to
be the ones saved from the world flood that the Creator was sending to
cleanse the world.  Two cats from my species were chosen as the ones to
survive.  They were the most beautiful cats.  Their tails were long and
beautiful, like all Manx Cats of that time.  Several days went by without a
drop of rain, and the two cats got restless.  They asked Father Noah if they
could go hunting in the nearby forest."
   "Yes,” said Noah,” but at the first drop of rain, you must come back.  We
will close and seal the door then.  It will not open again till we are safe
on land again.  Is that clear?"
   "The two cats agreed and ran to the forest.  The fed on mice till they
were about to pop!  Then they lay down in the tall grass soaking in the
sunshine, asleep.  A drop of rain fell.  Then another.  Then another.  It was
growing darker and colder now.  Suddenly the cat awoke with a start.  It was
raining!  They started to the ark at a dead run.  Coming out of the
forest, they saw Father Noah and his sons shutting the door with big iron
bars!  They ran faster!  Faster!  Faster!  They slipped inside the door just
as it closed, but their tails were caught in the door and got chopped off!
They made themselves copper nails and told Father Noah when the boat lands
and they find their tails they would nail them back on."
   "But they never found them,” Allison said.
   "Right.  It was decided then that if two Manx Cats had to go without
their tails, all Manx Cats would go without them."
   Allison was gleeful.  "This is great.  You have to tell my dad."
   "I told you that human speech is difficult for us.  It is painful in
fact.  You will never hear me speak again."  With that the cat closed his
eyes again, placed his head on Allison’s bed, and went back to sleep.


                        THE END

Now that is a Manx cat He has less tail than me. I don't judge a cat by it's tail. Hay I wonder what he is looking for. Could it be his tail?

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