December 2, 2008

Let’s meet Amanda

Filed under: book tour — unwriter1 @ 11:04 am
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Owen Fiddler is going to meet a very interesting character this Sunday.  So I thought I’d introduce her and her companions over the next few days.
it was a dark and stormy night
all the mice and squirrels were a fright
each huddled against each other
no one could find their mother

but then somebody unplugged the set
no one in the group ever had a chance to get
the end of the show on the telly
but each had a very full belly

the movie was old and the kids were not
mom told them she would tell them a lot
of the movie they were not getting to see
becuase as only parents know, it was not rated g

as each little kritter snuggled into bed
a book mom picked up and read
it wasn’t looking good for the pigs
each of them had to make new digs

but when all was said and done
everyone had their share of fun
the movie was forgotten for sure
as each sleeping kritter seemed to just purr


Solitude, that’s all little Amanda wanted. Momma said Christmas was nothing more than a dream. There wasn’t time to worry about such nonsense because everybody had to forage for food. Amanda knew that she was just another wasted life and it would be better for everyone if she just walked away.

While everyone was out scrounging, she packed a little sack with what bits and pieces of food there was lying around. Kitties don’t need a lot of ‘things’, but they do need to eat. With all the rain lately there were several puddles so getting a drink wasn’t a problem.

Amanda was the oldest of the litter. Mom always did her best to ensure her brood had the basics, but life on the street is treacherous at best. Amanda overheard momma many times complaining about the hardscrabble life they had to lead. So to ease the family burden, Amanda did what she thought was best. She left. She did leave a note though, so her brothers and sisters wouldn’t get worried and start searching for her.

“I’m sorry I am such a problem. I know there isn’t much food. I am going to go away. That will mean one less mouth to feed. Again, I’m sorry I’m such a burden.”

She signed it, then headed down the street. She really didn’t know which way to go, she just went. Amanda knew that her brothers and sisters would sleep for quite a while yet and momma was out looking for food. That would give her a good head start. She had been down this road before and knew of a couple of good places to seek shelter. She had thought about leaving for quite a while because she was feeling more and more depressed everyday. So when she came this way with momma, she didn’t say anything about these hiding places.

Momma kitty (she was momma kitty to all the critters in her neighborhood), was gone for a long time. The pickings were slim these days. But Sammy got up and went looking for his oldest sister. He hoped she had found something for everyone to eat. Normally she and momma would both go out looking and Amanda always came back fast to let everyone know what kind of day it was turning out to be. Each kitty, Amanda and Momma Kitty, had their designated areas to search. But when Sammy walked over to the corner where Amanda always slept, all he found was her note. Immediately he woke everyone else up.

“Amanda is gone!!!”

“She’s probably with momma. It has been hard to find food lately.”

“No, she left a note. She is gone!!!”

Everybody realized that their big sister really was gone.

“What if Momma doesn’t come home? What are we supposed to do?”

Talking all together at the same time created such a racket that Momma dropped what she was doing and headed back. She told the kids that it would be ok. Amanda would find out what the world really was, and return.

She didn’t believe a word she was saying, but she had to calm the kids down. Times were hard and now it would be even harder. It took both momma and Amanda to scrounge up enough to feed everyone. She excused herself and slipped into a corner where she could be alone. She cried. Will her oldest really be safe? Would it really work to go looking for her? All she could do is pray that she would either be safe, or would return.

Amanda was a long ways from home. Her food was gone and she didn’t see any prospects of finding any. She was also getting scared. This was territory she had not been in before. She was getting scared and the tears in her eyes didn’t help. But she kept going. She went around the corner and as luck would have it, this was a block of shops with many restaurants! It was a calm day with no wind so not even Amanda’s keen sense of smell would have detected this bonanza.

She headed towards the alley. Hopefully she could at least stock up on food. As she walked down the alley, one of the kitties that lived there approached her. Normally this would have resulted in a fight, but Amanda looked exhausted. Alex felt sorry for her and showed her the safest place to go. Amanda thanked him and told him she would just stock up then be on her way. Alex was a little disappointed but said ok.

Alex was unaware that Amanda saw the look. She did. Giving a bit of a wink (and this is not at all easy for kitties!), she started to walk away. As Alex slowly began slinking away, Amanda sidled up next to him.

“Alex, I’m heading out to make my way in the big wide world. Care to join me?”

As we leave Amanda and Alex, we can faintly see the sunset. It’s just beyond dumpster alley.



  1. Love the story, Ron. It’s unusual for a man to write something so sensitive and charming.

    Comment by Jean Henry Mead — December 2, 2008 @ 11:12 am | Reply

  2. Love the critters!

    Comment by Carol — December 2, 2008 @ 11:36 am | Reply

  3. Ah yes, my dear little Amanda. She’s gonna have her paws full with Owen, but puuy tat’s up to the challenge.

    Great story, Ron. And thanks for the early shout out about the Owen Fiddler tour coming up.

    Speaking of which, I’ve got TONs of writing and prep yet to do. Gotta jet.

    Comment by Marvin D Wilson — December 2, 2008 @ 11:37 am | Reply

  4. The beginning of a great and long friendship. I see it now and enjoyed it, looking forward to more. Ang

    Comment by Angie Hartson — December 7, 2008 @ 8:08 am | Reply

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