Super Kitty

Kitty the Rambunctious Kitten VS The Monster Cat From Who-Knows-Where - A Tree top Battle Royal! 

This story takes place in the summer of 2000 in Madison, Tennessee, a town that is just outside of the greater Nashville area. I lived with my Mother at the time (I was 17), and we had a nice little house on about an acre of land with lots and lots of pretty trees. Kitty, my kitten, had just gotten big enough for me to feel comfortable letting him out of the house on his own for a couple of hours a day to wear him out some (thought it might make him cut down on the toe biting a little) though he was no where near fully grown.

    One day when I let Kitty out, I decided to watch him from a distance. After about ten minutes of rolling around in the grass staring at me, he decided to move on to other, more exciting things. He explored the pipe under our little bridge that crossed a small stream in our yard, and killed a few bugs. Then, as he's prancing around, one of the largest cats I have ever seen comes into our yard.

    The newcomer eyes Kitty malignantly, and to my surprise, Kitty eyes him right back! They both hunch up, and before I can even get to my feet they begin to fight. I start to run over to them, expecting my kitten to be pulp by the time that I get there ... However, the monster cat apparently bit off a little more than he could chew, because next thing I knew he went darting past me, Kitty not far behind.

    The black cat sought to lose Kitty by climbing a formidably large tree, but Kitty's kitten claws proved a match for the tree's bark as he ran up it, right on the larger cat's rear end. They stopped to battle there for a moment, and then the black cat ran and jumped onto another limb, and then to a second tree! Kitty followed, almost losing his footing. The black cat knew that Kitty was following him, but still hesitated upon making the next jump ... which got him a swat in the rear as he jumped. He barely made it.

    Kitty was prepared to renew the chase, but the black cat, once he got himself pulled up onto the limb he almost missed, immediately jumped onto our roof, and then off the other side, and bolted off like greased lightning.

    Kitty sat on the limb and watched the large cat run away. Then, finally satisfied that he had eliminated the threat to his tribe, he gave his crotch a thorough licking and jumped down to have his lunch. All in a day's work for Super Kitty.

by Philip Duckett, Centerburg, Ohio

To read about Kitty's experience with Fenrir, the black Labrador, please click here:

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