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Tribute to my pal, Ceasar 1963-1968

By Brent Scott 2024

Ceaser was our caramel colored cat. He was my pal. He was the only one home when I got home from the sixth grade. We fed a stray too who was too skittish to be pet yet. Big cat. We called him Mister Whiskers.

Sitting in the afternoon sun on the top step of the front porch. Four steps down to the walkway, out the gate to the sidewalk by the street. The low chain link gate was open.

Ceaser was at my right side. Sitting upright. Looking.

From seemingly nowhere a large dog raced in the gate barking wildly and was charging Ceaser and me.

Before I even reacted Ceaser leapt straight off the porch and onto the dog’s face.

The dog collapsed like a house of cards and scrambled to its feet, out the gate, and down the sidewalk from whist it came.

Ceaser watched the dog till it was gone, turned, and slowly walked back up the walkway, up the five steps, and sat where he was before it all happened.

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Harvey Stanbrough's avatar

1. I've never seen or heard of domestic cat, whose human companion has just said, "Oh, he doesn't bite," sneak up and take a chunk out of another human's calf. 2. I've never been kept awake half the night by a cat barking at nothing. I prefer coyotes and wolves to domesticated dogs. At least they're honest with their intentions..

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