KITTY’S APPLE TREE

Every cat who has made its home with me has loved to climb on up into my lap, plop itself unceremoniously down, and snore away. All day, if possible.

Kitty Curled Up in the Apple Tree – © LYON 2026

No matter if I was working here on my puter, or eating dinner, or writing a book. Climb, plop, snore. Sometimes quite loudly.

Oedipuss, a long-legged, all-black, meaty, masculine, big-pawed brute of a cat, loved to swat our feet as he walked by. We’d have one leg crossed over the other, and he’d stop, pointedly LOOK at the hanging foot, look up at the offending hooman, and *swat*! Not lightly, either!

Then, as if nothing at all had occurred, he’d swish his long tail once – just once – and saunter away. Too bad our old man neighbor down the block convinced him his cat food was better than ours – Oedipuss started not coming home, and then not at all.

But it was probably better that way, since we moved to coyote country soon after, and since he preferred being outside to being in the house all day, he would probably have gotten eaten.

Mama Riss, a big, almost-Coon-cat sized, very fertile, very mean ball of grey fluff loved to climb the apple tree out back, and lie hidden in its branches. The song-bird population was almost gone by the time she disappeared. Thankfully, the birdies came back.

I still love cats, but gave up allowing them to share my home with me after that. I loved my birdies, and wanted to protect them. Their numbers came back quickly – it was so wonderful to see them splash and play in the water fountain right outside my bedroom window again.

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