Happy Tuesday and a big welcome to Patricia Fry and her Tortie, Sophie:
Thank you for inviting me here on Tortie Tuesday to tell my story. I’m Sophie—as you can see, a Tortie—and I like to eat ribbon. My mom and dad don’t let me play with ribbon because they say it could make me sick. There’s no more of that sweet-tasting curly ribbon on packages in our house. I used to love eating that stuff. Mom hides the satin ribbon she uses for sewing projects. She won’t even let me around her yarn. But this Christmas I discovered a new type of ribbon I like.
When no one was looking, I hid under the Christmas tree with the packages and chewed on the pretty bows—they’re so fun to nibble on. Well, the other cats, Max and Lily didn’t seem to think so, but I sure enjoyed crunching on those bows.
Then one morning, when I woke up I didn’t feel so good. I got sick all over the place. When Mom and Dad saw what had happened, they got really worried and upset. You see, what was coming out of me was pure blood. They thought I would die.
The man in the blue coat didn’t know what had happened to me and I wasn’t about to fess up. He told Mom and Dad to watch me closely. And it was then that they found out my little secret—that I had been eating all the pretty bows on their packages. Mom said something about the metallic bows cutting me up when I swallowed. Do you know what she did? She took all the bows off all the packages. She then threw away the leftover bows. She said, “There will be no more bows or ribbon in this house.”
I can’t say that I’m sad. I have plenty of other things to do and toys to play with. And I sure feel better than I did after eating those bows. A couple of days ago, I got excited, though. I saw a package all wrapped and ready to go someplace. And there, on top of the package was a pretty red bow. I rushed to the package, when no one was looking, of course, and started to take a bite when I noticed it wasn’t a bow at all. It looked like a bow—but it was actually a picture of a bow on a sticker. Hmmph, I guess that’s Mom’s compromise. She can still use bows on her packages but it isn’t one that I can eat. She can be smart that way.
My advice to other torties (and the rest of you cats), don’t eat bows. They can do awful damage to the insides of a cat. I’m lucky I’m still here to spread the word.
Sophie lives in Ojai, CA with a Lily, a tabby and Max, a big snowshoe-type kitty—all rescues. Mom, Patricia Fry, writes the Klepto Cat Mystery series, featuring Rags, a kleptomaniac cat whose discoveries often help local authorities solve crimes. Available at Amazon.com http://amzn.to/1kAI8I2 Print versions available here: http://www.matilijapress.com/Klepto-Cat-Mysteries
Thank you Sophie and Patricia, we hope you will visit us again sometime.
And thanks to everyone who voted for the captions yesterday, I did a final count at 9:30 PM and the winner was number 3.