Meet the Authors- Kody

Introducing.....

Kody George Kat. Seven years ago, I was nuthin but a little pipsqueak kitten living out in a barn the country. I had a nest with three other brothers and my mom. My mom was pretty cool, and she taught me all about hunting and things like that. When winter came, I struck out on my own to find more food, cuz I was pretty darned sick mice. Mice for breakfast, mice for lunch, mice for dinner... I mean, come on!

Well, things didn't go quite according to my plans- without the barn, there was hardly any food and I turned into a wandering scavenger. In my barn, the humans had sometimes put out food, and I would eat some of that, and allow them to pet me a little. They were an alright sort, but I just wasn't all that interested in them. Well, during my year and a half roaming the country-side, I was shot, whacked with brooms and never offered any food. People really suck- I mean, I wasn't going to EAT the chickens... I just wanted to sniff them. Jeeze!

Hunger can make a cat pretty stupid. I was so delirious with hunger the day I saw that food bowl, my instincts went numb. I flew at that food and chowed down, never noticing the metal cage, hardly even noticing the loud snap it made behind me. It wasn't until I finished my food that I realized I was trapped.

I don't like to talk about the next couple of months. Trapped in a cage... terrified.... hissing at the humans who had done this to me. The other cat's told me to pretend to be cute, find a home and then bolt, but I'm not like that. People are the ones that shot at me and smacked me and let me starve; there was no way I was giving one of them benefit of the doubt. Because of that, they put me on death row. At the last second, some people came in, said death row was a bad thing and whisked me away again. I thought I was free, but nope! Back to another cage, in a crowded place full of people. I started to fake sleep a lot, figuring if they weren't scared of me, they'd let their guard down and I could bolt.

But then, my human came along. Now hear this: I AM TOUGH, I AM SCARY!!!! AND IF YOU MAKE FUN OF WHAT COMES NEXT, I WILL EAT YOUR FACE OFF!!!!! OK??? OK!

When I saw my human, I knew this was an opportunity I could not pass up. I pressed my face against the bars of my prison and called to her. Somehow, she heard me over the noise (why are places with humans so freaking LOUD????), and turned around. Smiled. She opened my cage and I jumped in her arms, snuggled down, began to purr. There was no way I was letting her get away. Another human came close to me, I whipped around and hissed. I heard the human tell my human that "he's a tough one, but he seems to like you!" Damn right!!!! I am the toughest cat on earth!!! She put me back in the cage... I was stunned.... betrayed! Pressing against the bars, I stared at her. I'd broken the number one tough, wild cat rule and shown affection to a human. Stupid me! Damned humans! I guess I was wrong about this one, they must all suck. So, I pointed my ass at the door and proceeded to ignore everyone else that came by.

I don't know how much time had passed when I heard her voice at my cage door. She was loaded down with food... a potty box.... toys... treats.... everything even a scruffy ol cat like me needed. Again, I AM A TOUGH CAT!!!!!!! DO NOT QUESTION MY TOUGHNESS or I will GET YOU! But, from that day forward, I have followed my human mom everywhere. I've slept in her bed every night, and I wait for her to get home every day. She feeds me and cares for me when I am sick, and I take care of her when she is sick, sad or having a bad day. If someone bugs her, I stand next to her and stare them down. We are forever friends. However, I AM STILL A TOUGH GUY, and I would not do anything like this for you. Just my mom. You may pet me. Then you may leave me alone! Because I may be a momma's boy......... BUT I AM TOUGH! My sister Tabitha is the sweet one, not me! I am the muscle of this family, and no one better ever forget it!

So, that's been me ever since. I was the first cat to arrive in our homestead and I am the leader of the pack. I have my certain spots- the chair under the table, the couch cushion by the window and my mom's bed. I do not share. I like to drink milk and eat tuna, but I like the cat food OK too. When it's warm outside, I get to go outside on my leash with my mom. She makes sure dogs don't get me, and I make sure nothing gets her. It's fun to pretend that I am a wild outdoor cat for an hour or so, but at the end of the day, I'm ready for my warm bed and human/cat family.

Later,
The Kode-Man