Pudi Cat, amongst other things was a contented feline. She had a good home, a soft and warm bed at night to snuggle into and her black, grey and white fur was always well groomed, and of course she knew how to give great lap massages and leg rubs. But Pudi’s big problem was that she was a vegetarian, who only pretended to eat the tin cat food she was given, and instead pig out on the yummy and crunchy pellets that her kind owner would give her. And so all in all Pudi’s life was a happy one – that was until the home she lived in got mice and her owner demanded that she catch them. After all she was a cat and cats simply adore catching rodents, yes, well, in Pudi’s case the answer was no.
Being a vegetarian Pudi was also a pacifist, she couldn’t even harm a fly. So Pudi got her whiskers all in a twist, she knew full well that if she didn’t perform her duties as the house cat she would be out on the street, a proposition that sent Pudi into fits and caused her to cough up many a hair-ball out of stress. What was Pudi to do? On the one paw she couldn’t go against her beliefs – but on the other paw she couldn’t leave her beautiful home and her warm bed. It seemed that Pudi was in a real fix, a real bind, a real conundrum, and although she still had nine lives left as the saying goes: ‘Care killed the cat’.
But Pudi was a smart cat and out of sheer desperation she came up with a plan, a grand caper, a scheme so brilliant, so devious and yet so simple; after all there was more than one way to skin a cat – or in this case – a mouse. So, what was Pudi’s game I hear you ask? She made a deal with the mouse that had taken up residence in her home; the mouse would play dead and pretend to be caught over and over again by Pudi, thus making Pudi’s owner believe that she was doing her job as a dutiful cat; and in return Pudi would make sure that the mouse had plenty of cheese to eat. The plan worked out magnificently, a triumph, a tremendous success, so much so that Pudi was rewarded with a brand new bed, larger and even warmer that the previous one. Yes indeed, life was turning out to be pretty good for Pudi and her new best friend the mouse, but as another saying goes: “Oh what a tangle web we weave when first we begin to deceive”.
The first wrinkle came into Pudi’s plan when the neighbour’s dog cottoned onto what was going on and decided to blackmail poor Pudi; you see the dog had an absent minded master who would constantly forget to feed him, and so the dog told Pudi that if she didn’t give him food he would blow the whistle on the whole caper. And so it was that Pudi not only had to find cheese for the mouse but now she had to feed the neighbour’s dog as well, and all without her owner knowing; the whole situation was enough to give her fleas. But Pudi found away to navigate this latest bump in the road, this latest curve ball, this latest slippery slope, she gave the neighbour’s dog her canned food, that she use to bury in the backyard, being that she was a vegetarian and couldn’t eat meat, which made the dog happy as he never had cat food before, and to his surprise he found that he rather liked it.
And so it was that the mouse and the dog were happy and things soon went back to normal in Pudi’s household, but not for Pudi; it’s true that the mouse was happy as was the neighbour’s dog, but Pudi wasn’t, for you see Pudi’s owner was running out of cheese and there simply just wasn’t enough cat food to satisfy the neighbour’s dog’s hungry and seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach. But worst of all Pudi’s owner was becoming suspicious wondering where all the cheese and all the cat food was disappearing to. It seemed the jig was almost up for Pudi.
But Pudi, not wanting to lose her warm and comfortable bed, came up with another plan, she turned to a life of crime, she became a cat burglar; and each night she would sneak into the neighbourhood houses stealing cheese and cat food, just to give to the mouse and the neighbour’s dog, which meant that she didn’t get to sleep in her warm and comfortable bed at night as she was too busy trying to keep her grand caper form falling apart. And it worked for a while, that is until she was caught by the animal catcher and sent to the animal pen.
Poor Pudi, if only she had been honest in the first place, for surely her owner would have understood, a vegetarian cat is not unusual – it’s just different - unique, it’s what made Pudi so special, if only she had realised it, but now she had lost her warm and comfortable bed, her lovely house, her scrumptious pellets all because of a single deception. Pudi fretted and meowed knowing that she was destined for the big house, the slammer, the joint, and there would be no soft, warm and comfortable bed awaiting for her there. But she had only herself to blame.
But Pudi still had eight of her lives left and so it was that the day before she was to be shipped out her owner came to the pound to claim her. Pudi was overjoyed and swore that she would never do anything like this again; she had learned her lesson all be it at the cost of one of her nine lives.
Copyright © 2011 by Peter Jessop