They say that money won’t buy everything, but this cat wasn’t sure about that as he has never had any money!
He adopted a well to do family and they fed him the best of all cat foods. He always slept indoors unless he could sneak out with out anyone knowing it. The Cat gang always met in the alley behind the nursing home on E. First Avenue. This is where the best pickings are found in the town. Trash cans are set out in the alleys after the evening meals clean up.
Dogs are usually at home at that time in the evening and this gives the cat gang free access, as they are the first on scene, The Hackensack cat came to this town two summers ago, by car and was dropped off here. The car speed away before he could get the plate number.
The Cat gang was a mixture of all kinds of Cats, male and female, young and old, educated and plain dumb cats. And there were seven some Clown Cats in the group, These are the fun ones, the ones that people like to watch and play with.
I am not sure what the Hackensack cat’s real name was, but it was something like ‘Hecktur or Lester or Fester’, all I know is there was an ER in the name. He was a large and long cat, he had many colors and a tail not unlike that of a monkey. His claws had been removed but everyone knew that he carried a knife, so no one wanted to mess around with him. Hectur, Lester or Fester, hadn’t been fixed and he would jump just about any female. There was no way that the cat population was going to thin out with this tiger around.
He walked or we should say, strutted around, like he was king of the Universe. He was much smarter than the others, in the cat gang and they all knew it. They would all bow to him or stay clear of him.
There was one time when he got his head stuck in a plastic jug and this scared the Holy Moly out of everyone. But there was a bee, in the jug, and the cat sneezed and that helped him to back out rather fast.
The Years rolled by and the towns people had to do something about the cat population, they hired people to collect cats and when they had collected most of them, they flew them to Ireland and turned them lose, This is how the ‘Irish Cat plague’ got started. It seems that the cats got into the sour mesh that was used to make Irish whisky and they staggered around for the best part of two months, then they all died. That is, all but the Hackensack Cat, and he lived on and became the father of all cats in the whole of Ireland.
Now close your eyes and go to sleep,
By: Ben R.
He adopted a well to do family and they fed him the best of all cat foods. He always slept indoors unless he could sneak out with out anyone knowing it. The Cat gang always met in the alley behind the nursing home on E. First Avenue. This is where the best pickings are found in the town. Trash cans are set out in the alleys after the evening meals clean up.
Dogs are usually at home at that time in the evening and this gives the cat gang free access, as they are the first on scene, The Hackensack cat came to this town two summers ago, by car and was dropped off here. The car speed away before he could get the plate number.
The Cat gang was a mixture of all kinds of Cats, male and female, young and old, educated and plain dumb cats. And there were seven some Clown Cats in the group, These are the fun ones, the ones that people like to watch and play with.
I am not sure what the Hackensack cat’s real name was, but it was something like ‘Hecktur or Lester or Fester’, all I know is there was an ER in the name. He was a large and long cat, he had many colors and a tail not unlike that of a monkey. His claws had been removed but everyone knew that he carried a knife, so no one wanted to mess around with him. Hectur, Lester or Fester, hadn’t been fixed and he would jump just about any female. There was no way that the cat population was going to thin out with this tiger around.
He walked or we should say, strutted around, like he was king of the Universe. He was much smarter than the others, in the cat gang and they all knew it. They would all bow to him or stay clear of him.
There was one time when he got his head stuck in a plastic jug and this scared the Holy Moly out of everyone. But there was a bee, in the jug, and the cat sneezed and that helped him to back out rather fast.
The Years rolled by and the towns people had to do something about the cat population, they hired people to collect cats and when they had collected most of them, they flew them to Ireland and turned them lose, This is how the ‘Irish Cat plague’ got started. It seems that the cats got into the sour mesh that was used to make Irish whisky and they staggered around for the best part of two months, then they all died. That is, all but the Hackensack Cat, and he lived on and became the father of all cats in the whole of Ireland.
Now close your eyes and go to sleep,
By: Ben R.
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