All cats can be a little strange! Some might even be crazy! But it takes a smart cat to pull off some of the things this lovable cat named Stupid does! Follow his adventures, told in his own words. (Based on the life of a real cat, who thanks to his head-shaking behavior, earned the nickname of Stupid).
Below is a sample of this book:
I’m told a story should start at the beginning but I’m not sure what that is. I don’t remember being born, yet that must have happened. I can’t imagine how I would have gotten here any other way!
I’ll just start with what I do remember.
My first memory was a terrifying one. A summer storm! The year was 1980, during the month of July, I think. I was just a kitten back then. A very scared kitten, too!
In later weeks, I overheard people talking; they said the storm had been just a “straight” wind. But to those of us who were lucky enough to survive it, we thought we had lived through a tornado!
Power lines were down and windows were shattered. Boards from barns and other buildings were scattered across the fields. Trees were laying on the ground, too. Lots of trees. All of this had been caused by the wind. A very strong wind. And now you see why I was so scared.
Even after the wind stopped, I wasn’t safe. The power lines, tangled in the fallen trees, made it dangerous for a newborn kitten. One wrong step and I could have been killed! The danger dragged on for days. But soon, I would be rescued.
One day, almost two weeks after that frightful and stormy night, a stranger came to the farm where I lived. She picked me up and took me for a car ride. She said I was going to a new home. She told me I would live with a family of humans. They would love me and care for me, she said.
At first, I was a little sad that I had to move. The farm was the only home I had known. Then, I remembered the storm. Maybe these humans would keep me safe, I thought.
When we arrived at my new home, everyone came out to greet me. There was a mom and dad, and I counted five girls! That’s a lot of girls!
They all laughed watching me walk through the grass. The lawn hadn’t been mowed because of the branches and limbs from the storm and the grass was taller than I. I couldn’t even see where I was walking!
I didn’t know my black and white fur made me easy to spot. I tried to keep my tail pointed up above the grass so they wouldn’t lose me. This just made them laugh even more. They said my tail, along with my pot-bellied look, reminded them of a chipmunk. I didn’t even know what a chipmunk was. But they were laughing, so I thought it must not be anything bad.