Day-20-Storytelling-MOC7

Allison Pennington - chalkboard toolkit freebie (in super special mini bundle 2)
Etc by Danyale - chapter 1 - chalk it up
Heather Joyce - the future freaks me out, and Dorothy (the golden friends) fonts

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We have talented cats. Dinah was our most talented and Peony next. Callie, you ask? Well, I don’t think Callie has yet blossomed in the area I’m about to speak of. The talent? Well. Sure, they catch us mice, voles, some birds, and the occasional bat too (which is also honestly impressive if I may add), but their biggest talent of all is their catching of squirrels.

We’ve never witnessed the kill, but the aftermath has been seen at least two dozen times. And, before you gag, the aftermath doesn’t have to be gruesome. Sometimes we see the proud cat feasting away on their prey, but often we miss this part too. What we usually see, is the end product. A beautiful tail, laid by the door or near it, for the Momma Owner of the house, yours truly. Occasionally, there may be a paw or two as well. Now, the paws I’m not sentimental about. It’s the TAILS I love. And, I’ve become proud of my little meowing skillful hunters!

So, I began hanging each tail with twine, onto my pinecone wreath. One by one, added over the years. Some visitors think it’s creepy, but most agree with my view of it being a unique and beautiful display of God’s creation. Sadly, I’ve lost a few in number – I don’t have all the two dozen stated above on display. This is either due to them falling apart because of a baby kitten’s playfulness before I could retrieve it from the doorstep, or owing to the tails being ripped off of their hanging strings by frisky jumping cats. Now, if I ever hear a continued THUMP Scratch THUMP against the door, I know what the trouble is, and I hurry over to shoo away the bored cat, so as to preserve my precious hanging tails. Then I quickly see if they’ve snatched one off, retie it if need be, and wind the string up a little higher, so it’s not so tempting next time around.

My most esteemed favourites are two gorgeously soft tails, special and different from all the rest: Flying squirrel tails. And one is just a little stub of a tail, stumpy after being salvaged a few times from frisky felines. Yet I still treasure it. Oh, you’re still taken aback by my sentence prior? Well, yep, I had said that correctly: Flying squirrels. We apparently have those in our wonderful little Osborne Acres bush.

And that is what confirms to me, without a doubt, my cats’ talents, and also brings me to tell of their ultimate forte; because if they can bring home tails like that, then that means they… can secretly fly too! Beat THAT, other cat owners!