The Cathouse

My first pet kitten was born to a “house cat” on a farm.  House cats essentially were cats allowed in the house.  Barn cats kept to the barn.  They were expected to keep the field mice and wild birds away from the feed stock.

Manxie had a beautiful calico coat and was born without a tail.  I loved watching her hop around as a little kitten.  She grew up quickly, as farm cats do and eventually had kittens of her own.

I would glue together cardboard boxes, into which I had cut doors and windows, to make play houses for the kittens.  The largest one that I made, I painted pink.  It was two stories high, with a hole in the roof. The kittens adored it and I had fun watching them play in it.  It was my “cathouse”, and I was quite proud of it.  Sadly it didn’t survive the winter out on the front porch.


About Julirose

Amateur word arranger, avid number cruncher, and science fiction and fantasy enthusiast.
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