Saturday, December 14, 2013

The Cat Whisperer

Written by Guest Blogger Lani Salisbury (age 14)

You may think that cats can't talk, but you are wrong, this cat spoke to me.  It was blistering sun and we were almost to our favorite park in La Grande, Oregon.  When we pulled up, my friend and I jumped out of the car and ran to the playground.

There he sat alone.  I asked my mom if we could keep him.

 
 
"No Lani, " she said.  "He's probably someone's cat that likes to play at the park."  It sounded reasonable, so we went on our way to Sun Valley for a week.
 
We had a terrific time in Sun Valley, but the day we drove home was nasty.  It was snowing really hard and it was icy.  We always stop at the same park on our way back, too.  At this point it was snowing and probably no more than 15 degrees outside.
 
I asked my mom if the cat were still there in the snow if we could take him home with us.  She said, "Yes.  But no cat would hang in the snow."
 
 
This time when we pulled up, I was out of the car before it was even stopped!  I sprinted to the play ground and started searching for the cat.  My mom and I searched through the whole loop of the park.  There was no cat.  My mom headed to the restroom, and I kept looking.  I climbed one of the play structures and started making a meowing sound.  Then ... in the silence of the new fallen snow ... I heard a Meow back!  My heart leaped as I ran, slipping and falling down the stairs, landed on my feet, and ran fast around the corner.  There he was!
 
 
After our brief reunion, I looked for my mom to show her.  She was astonished that I had found him!  I told her, "Ok, now let's go.  We're taking him like you said."
 
She surprised me when she turned around and said, "No, No, No, No, No!  I can't just take a cat out of a park in the middle of Oregon."
 
"But you promised,"  I kept trying to tell her.  "Besides no cat would be there in the snow a whole week later if he had a home."
 
She still kept saying no, and I kept arguing until we left.  With no cat.  Just a half an hour up the Blue Mountains my mom started wishing we had taken the cat.  I was mad at her now.  We drove home both wondering about him.
 
Once we arrived home, I started patrolling La Grand's weather on my phone.  It dropped every day.  Never rising past 10 degrees.  At least it was sunny though.  I told my mom all the temperatures and she was worried about the cat, too.
 
 
I just knew that cat was supposed to come home with us.  It was as if he was still "speaking to me."  Somehow we both knew it was meant to be.
 
My mom and I scouted the weather and made our plan for the next day.  We would make the 6-hour trip back to the park to see if that stray cat who "spoke" to me was still there.
 
We got up at 4:30 a.m. and left at 5:00 a.m.  The drive was easy but long.  When we got to the park, I ran to the play ground and looked then I meowed and meowed again.  My mom was talking, but I heard a faint noise.  I shushed her and listened.  That same cat came walking out from behind a concrete pile.  I rushed over and grabbed him.
 
 
The cat now named Thomas lives in our house and is very smart.  He knows 3 tricks.  He can high five, do jumps, and he can stand on his hind legs!
 
He can also curl up on the couch.
 
 
 
 
Note:  This is Lani's story as written.   I simply posted it on my blog.  She is our grand daughter; a good writer; and the very first guest blogger to appear on Skagit Leeks.  I am proud of her and delighted she would share her story with me to publish here.  D.Haase
 
 
 


5 comments:

  1. What a delightful story. What a lovely young author and a beautiful kitty. I'm so glad that Thomas found a good home.

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  2. I'm so very proud of you Lani! You have a great heart and you are a wonderful writer.

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